Cold Summer Reminiscence
London, 2011
In A Different Universe
It has been said that the spiritus mavens of consumer activity is no longer the measurable set of articulated needs, but desire - a much more volatile and ephemeral, evasive and capricious, and essentially non-referential entity than ‘needs’, a self-begotten and self-propelled motive that needs no other justification or ‘cause’.
- Zygmunt Bauman
Tuesday Apr 4 @ 10:16pm“I want to see, real, living, and in the hours of my own days, that glory I create as an illusion. I want it real. I want to know that there is someone, somewhere, who wants it too. Or else what is the use of seeing it, and working, and burning oneself for an impossible vision? A spirit, too, needs fuel. It can run dry.”
- Ayn Rand
Wednesday Apr 4 @ 05:55am
Almost making continents merge. Even for just a month.
Exceptional sunrise company
There’s no one else I would rather share this with
My current state of mind: Wah Wah Wah!
Thursday Mar 3 @ 05:20pm
DISTURBIA.
The chersished treats of illusion dissolve slowly on your reward-seeking buds of sensual experiences. Molecules of ecstasy diffusing into the membranes of lost lives long imagined. Craved for in the silence of light spilling onto us.
London, 2011
Everlasting treats of sobriety.
London, 2011
Today only happens once every four years.
It’s a special day, a special time. But for whom? And why?
Time and space continuously fuck us over. Mind and body-wise… How can we resist this constant trepidation? By not believing in it, by detaching all meaning. Constructing belief means having power. Over everything, which is ultimately nothing.
Wednesday Feb 2 @ 10:25pmReality-making is my favorite game to play.
Wednesday Feb 2 @ 02:48amI thought you were supposed to be in Paris.
I am in Paris.
Blow Up
Where is this?
In London, we are the future.
