15 Oct 2006
Percept what? Untitled paradigms gain clarity, Shaped as cliche, evolving til their fall.
Then, again, exemplar touchstones arise But for these followers, there is no prototype.
Redefinitional struggle breaks as fungus creeps towards a new rock onto which it will silently attach.
Then rain falls and finds itself channelled across previously benign surfaces. Clinging and seeping into the depths.
It nourishes insidiousness alone: the cathartic purity promised of it is but an illusion. Bathing in filth.
But the poison was never added, only grown. This agar plate plays host to a spreading disesase.
So the blackened glass obscures light, the powdered poison coating every surface.
The core has suffocated itself. It might not have seen it coming but its will was its own.
Actor author Victim victor Monster malarky
Invention plays with light but suddenly it has blown out itself as glowing winds are ‘harnessed’.
As though there were control.
As though shapes on the wall played comfortably in the dim light.
It only takes a flicker.
15 Oct 2006
Catch-all Adwords campaigns really backfire at times. Insert essay about consumerism as modern god here.
I saw the link on my Dictionary.com search (I still use it because it’s so much quicker+easier to understand than the OED at times, and I figure I’m only visiting because my brain is already cooking so there’s no point making things worse — who really knew what ontologically meant? Be honest…) and couldn’t help but click it, wondering who was paying for AdSense trying to convince people there is/isn’t a God (arguing that there is makes sense, but what gain is there in convincing people there isn’t?)… ah, eBay, of course.
14 Oct 2006
I’m hoping the MSN product team’s intent for this feature wasn’t really industrial design. Maybe we just found an explanation for the crudity of Xbox controllers? ;-)
14 Oct 2006
I wish my camera were better/bigger and stabler. This looked so much better IRL. Late-ish at Coogee beach earlier this week. Imagine really sharp vectors as the light shines through the branches onto the beach, as the fog gets progressively thicker and thicker.
14 Oct 2006
Everything in the mirror is so much brighter, possesses so much more light and vitality, than the tree on which it rests. Then again, the tree is buried in rubbish and rocks, so we mustn’t expect too much in such circumstances…