Absurd Walls.

Switched rooms. Made room into the Jungle Fort with all sorts of air-purifying low-maintenance dim light plants to preserve health. Open space makes a difference. And being able to listen to music at anytime also means bunches. Gotta do something about this couch that isn’t meant to be chilled on without a shirt on because it pokes and prods. Maybe I could just put a shirt on being that the temperature is somewhere around 50 degrees (a conservative estimate).

“Like great works, deep feelings always mean more than they are conscious of saying”  -Camus

Just wanted to let you know that there has been a constant influx of stimuli that has greatly benefited my personal well-being. Friends, movies, books, being outside, dogs. Reading The Myth of Sisyphus with a smile plastered across my face on the subway kind of downplays the seriousness of the book’s topic (suicide) but objectivity is a subjective thing. I am under no disguise. Trying to exhaust the limits of the possible all the damn time.

Kwisatz Haderach

“Shortening of the Way.” This is the label applied by the Bene Gesserit to the unknown for which they sought a genetic solution: a male Bene Gesserit whose organic mental powers would bridge space and time.

The Kwisatz Haderach is also known as “the one who can be many places at once” in the texts.

Obeisance.

I just realized I take giant sips of alcoholic beverages when I get really into whatever I’m listening to, reading, watching or otherwise doing. Still reflecting.

Bad Hair Day.

Been reading Dune and getting my mind blown out of the back of my skull. Not my brain, mind you. But seriously, if you had a terrible purpose burning inside of you, how could you not be the most ultimate? Who isn’t trying to have a terrible purpose in need of fulfillment?

Let that mind wander. I read Teddy out loud last night from J.D. Salinger’s Nine Stories. Does anyone else sometimes find the idea of impermanence overwhelming to the point of tears? After a few beers, of course. I’m still wearing a pair of pants that have never been washed.

Did you know there is such a thing as cheese tortellini soup? Its spectacular and found at the secret deli directly next to my work discovered today using the open-your-eyes approach to finding food.

Also, who is trying to study West African Ewe drumming with me? (From this guy) Polyrhythm is the new monorhythm. Spelling suggestion: biorhythm. It was just now quiet enough to hear my heartbeat and it kind of terrified me.

I guess there are times during the day when I’m not getting my mind blown and that bothers me.

And bein’ fly.

I can’t believe I stopped listening to Universal Mind Control by Common for any period of time. I remember moving into this apartment and having it on repeat in my room and then in my head anywhere else. I’m sure its that synth line. I think it sometimes puts me on the verge of berserk. Like when you put white face paint on and realize how yellow your teeth are.

You did smile a lot today.

Downtrotting in Sea Major.

It’s refreshing to hear the coming and going of others at all times of the day and night. Much reversed. Traumatic experiences involving human smells that make you gag really should have a better word than traumatic to describe them. I guess destructive would be a good word, sparing the details.

Whatever happened to you, Kyler of old. All of these adult things going on around you. Responsibility seems to be the buzzword around these parts and I just did my damnedest (is that even going to come up in spell check?) to shake mine into tiny pieces. I got rid of the small debt I had, don’t own a puppy and seemingly shook apart all ambition on the bumpy ride to Brooklyn. But it still feels like there is a pilot light on somewhere. I should make a graph of my posts talking about motivation and responsibility because that shit would be steep like the Everest Icefall. Too many of these end up on the side of pessimism. My guess is that these are always written at night. Or just written in general, because I’m so much more posi in live conversation.

But if everything is happening around me why can’t it be happening inside me?

Quell.

I have spent the past three years of my life working at this place. Goodbye.

Waste your time wisely!

But the real question is, what would I be doing if there was no photoshop?