I go to sleep and plug in my toothbrush, my electric razor, my phone, my car, my dog, my wife, my blender. I wrap up all the cords and make this bird's nest in my attic that I read Calvin and Hobbes in and think of the abyss.
It's not empty.
It's empty.
It's not empty.
It’s been a weird couple weeks, where all the mirrors on the wall are crooked, but I’m still standing straight. It’s a weird thing when you realize how much static and absolutes are just a movie seen at a slow frame rate, speed it up and the water is always rising, the mountains are always beingn worn down.
There’s this great movie Flow about a cat waking up and trying to figure out the world it lives in: the water around it is raising as it looks at giant stone monuments of itself.
It climbs and climbs, up and up, these representations of itself before finally having to head to sea as it’s the tips of its stone ears disappear under the disinterested surface of water.
I’ve realized that movie is the loop of our lives.
We all stand gazing in pure, dumb satisfaction at what we believe is the best and most complete vision of ourselves, and we build some equally dumb monument, until the inevitable biblical event wipes surface of the Earth clean.
I’m thankful I’ve been a good swimmer for years. I think of exes that have taught me to swim. I think of failures with work. Of artworks of sucked and I didn’t show up for. But I’ve thought through it a lot.
I’m a good sculptor (I can rebuild monuments easily)
But I’m also happy in silence.
With the right background biblical events can just be a good wave to surf. Or a lot of bugs to eat. Or something else from Exodus? I don’t read the bible.
It's not empty.
It's empty.
It's not empty.
It’s been a weird couple weeks, where all the mirrors on the wall are crooked, but I’m still standing straight. It’s a weird thing when you realize how much static and absolutes are just a movie seen at a slow frame rate, speed it up and the water is always rising, the mountains are always beingn worn down.
There’s this great movie Flow about a cat waking up and trying to figure out the world it lives in: the water around it is raising as it looks at giant stone monuments of itself.
It climbs and climbs, up and up, these representations of itself before finally having to head to sea as it’s the tips of its stone ears disappear under the disinterested surface of water.
I’ve realized that movie is the loop of our lives.
We all stand gazing in pure, dumb satisfaction at what we believe is the best and most complete vision of ourselves, and we build some equally dumb monument, until the inevitable biblical event wipes surface of the Earth clean.
I’m thankful I’ve been a good swimmer for years. I think of exes that have taught me to swim. I think of failures with work. Of artworks of sucked and I didn’t show up for. But I’ve thought through it a lot.
I’m a good sculptor (I can rebuild monuments easily)
But I’m also happy in silence.
With the right background biblical events can just be a good wave to surf. Or a lot of bugs to eat. Or something else from Exodus? I don’t read the bible.