“what else could we be doing with writing, if not this?”
of all the emails i've sent those:left unanswered(reply:no:why) pave the way to many lives in many worlds that exist (perhaps? but:feel like the (worse?)words i type on this backlit keyboard & do not appear on screen-where are they? (will someone find them on their screen and ask: where do these words come from?)
the answer be:lost
words muted, sounds unmoving
not-I,a plurality of frayed, out of f o c us synapses
synopsis of a
restless
isolated
cognitive assemblage(am I an I? my phone computer useless working environment streets of this city the pages by mircea cărtărescu embrac.ing.ed (by)my perceptionthinking are me:chanical digital flesh parts of my malfunctioning de vivre which stands here:watching m(ultiplem)e
notcreate
written words become sounds (so) sounds can become touch (then) this sonic tactile transforms into tactical (because) individual = political so are: our fatigues: si violentes (donc) défaisons la matière même du temps: (tools) 1. speak up together 2. sounds/noises (like thoughts:impermanent) 3. lost drum machines (dramachines?) as: thirteen voices, creative commons, free to listen or name your price
commodified through code, a codemodified me lies (too many, too often) into my own devices: adrift in this digitally inflicted writing
brainpress
CTRL+ALT+DEL
if reboot = false:
try(again)
(again)
(again)
no else:
burn(out)
in IT, get it, translate it or be lost as notI am:just listen to these ((
write no words 'cos they have no effect write your dna instead will i some day be there?
if NLP ≠ NLU
are you a you?
how is it me a me?
will we ever meet? (in the flow of active inferences?)
[but: will we be able to imagine alien intelligences?]
context makes links no (con)text no ink: no writing
s'il n'y pas de: hors-hypertexte sans liens mon écriture s'écroule (du contexte au texte con?)
solo e solo: fram(me)nti (ri)circoli (di) vizi(noi)osi fra(me)d in my eternal sameness(otherless)
mixing missing words mots parole in:loop instead (silence should): be:me
imagine: a neural network is fed with data: think:texts,books,humanwords fed! imagine: a machine that eats books crunching munching swallowing. imagine: me: reading books as many as I can as fast as I can crunching munching swallowing. me: as a neural network fed! alike: we don't know what happens with the words we are fed on they just come out somehow do I need to be trained? (I am being trained since I was born.) [existence as simulation,not:conscious?] am I a neural network? am I? been fed more than I can process? words are driven into a black hole inside, attracted. the output is somewhere else, somewhen else. imagine. is it:possible? not,or:
we keep asking ourselves if we don't have a shared reality anymore but the real question should be: has there ever been a reality at all?