物の哀れ

When I see the towers fall,
It cannot be denied
that as a spectacle,
It is a realisation of the mind

I'm standing on a mountain top
And letting out a scream
It's the language of the earth,
It is the language of the beasts

There's no point to look behind us,
We left the corpse behind
Because flesh is weak and forms break down,
They cannot last forever.

When I see the towers fall
[shackleton]

aesthetics of coherence

yesterday morning I thought I wouldn't be able to leave the house without music and boyish clothes.

coś mi ostatnio przeskoczyło w mózgu, wskoczyło na inny level
nie wiem czy to przepalenie kabli czy może jakiś upgrade?

everyday/everynight aesthetics.
hyperhyperdub.

hyperdub.

imagine constructing a contradictory myth based upon an idea that it is itself not mythological.

oraz
w jaki sposób istnieje możliwość?
ontological babble.

needles and shivering are not enough, one needs to construct her own navigation organ, but with different function - inner armour/ more inner than some inner mechanisms. and the real trigger point.