This is it.
Don't be distracted by the ceiling fan whirring above your head.
Don't be tempted to put on another pot of coffee.
Don't be swayed by the allure of another sinful block of chocolate.
Just sit still.
Let your hands hover above the keyboard of your out-of-date-so-2005-anitiquated-nobody-uses-that-kind-of-motherboard-anymore-piece-of-shit-computer that hulks in front of you like an abandoned and embarrassing car wreck.
Let it go.
Let's face it.
It's never going to be "your year". Your year belongs to everybody else and not you. And if you did have a good year. You shared with everyone else.
The sad leftovers of a mauled, sickly-sweet, joint, birthday cake.
Let's face it.
The minutes and hours that you see as your own are not.
They're as communal as that long drop on your high school camping trip.
Long, feared by everybody, only used if absolutely necessary, and...well...full of...
Let's leave that simile alone.
So where does that leave us?
It leaves at this point
.
A point.
A point in time.
A point in space.
A point within a point.
A pinpoint.
A ballpoint.
This is all frivolous wordplay.
WIKI MAKE US LUCKY.
"....a spatial point describes a specific object within a given space that consists of neither volume, area, length, nor any other higher dimensional analogue...."
"...a point is a 0-dimensional object..."
"....Because of their nature as one of the simplest geometric concepts..."
Let's focus on one of these quotes.
Why? On what basis?
You want valid philosophical reasoning, don't you?
Well you're not going to get it. Our reasoning for now? Downright laziness. So we'll pick the quote that requires the least amount of intellectual maneuvering.
"The point is the simplest geometric concept."
And now for the quick getaway. This is the part where the filmaker slips quietly out the backdoor during the premiere of his one and only movie.
No explanations.
No justifications.
No pseudo-art sublimates.
Just good ol' mystery.
And in the midst of the confusion of the disappearing artist, the artist offers only one explanation.
One point to the confusion.
One simplest concept to this byzantine atmosphere:
This is it...
Don't be distracted by the ceiling fan whirring above your head.
Don't be tempted to put on another pot of coffee.
Don't be swayed by the allure of another sinful block of chocolate.
Just sit still.
Let your hands hover above the keyboard of your out-of-date-so-2005-anitiquated-nobody-uses-that-kind-of-motherboard-anymore-piece-of-shit-computer that hulks in front of you like an abandoned and embarrassing car wreck.
Let it go.
Let's face it.
It's never going to be "your year". Your year belongs to everybody else and not you. And if you did have a good year. You shared with everyone else.
The sad leftovers of a mauled, sickly-sweet, joint, birthday cake.
Let's face it.
The minutes and hours that you see as your own are not.
They're as communal as that long drop on your high school camping trip.
Long, feared by everybody, only used if absolutely necessary, and...well...full of...
Let's leave that simile alone.
So where does that leave us?
It leaves at this point
.
A point.
A point in time.
A point in space.
A point within a point.
A pinpoint.
A ballpoint.
This is all frivolous wordplay.
WIKI MAKE US LUCKY.
"....a spatial point describes a specific object within a given space that consists of neither volume, area, length, nor any other higher dimensional analogue...."
"...a point is a 0-dimensional object..."
"....Because of their nature as one of the simplest geometric concepts..."
Let's focus on one of these quotes.
Why? On what basis?
You want valid philosophical reasoning, don't you?
Well you're not going to get it. Our reasoning for now? Downright laziness. So we'll pick the quote that requires the least amount of intellectual maneuvering.
"The point is the simplest geometric concept."
And now for the quick getaway. This is the part where the filmaker slips quietly out the backdoor during the premiere of his one and only movie.
No explanations.
No justifications.
No pseudo-art sublimates.
Just good ol' mystery.
And in the midst of the confusion of the disappearing artist, the artist offers only one explanation.
One point to the confusion.
One simplest concept to this byzantine atmosphere:
This is it...
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