I knew some Japanese before I got here.  Know where some Japanese gets you?  Nowhere.  And with alarming speed.

“History is a heat. It is the heat of accumulated information and accumulated complexity. As our culture progresses, we find that we gather more and more information and that we slowly start to move almost from a fluid to a vaporous state, as we approach the ultimate complexity of a social boiling point. I believe that our culture is turning to steam.”

-Alan Moore

After I heard this quote I couldn’t help but feel the world rising up around me, becoming too excited to stay in its condensed state.  People rattle off facts, names, dates, like buzzing flies.  The world is amassing information. The stops on this train track, the brand of pen in my hand, the newspaper across from me with 2,000 readable kanji.  Cigarettes, biological names of plants, of butterflies, Lepidoptera, fantasy with elf-like creatures only they’re different ’cause they have dark skin and longer fingers, and dwarf-like creatures exactly like dwarves to the naked eye, except they’re called Demiurge, fears and ruminations, due-bys, release dates.  My heart quickens at the thought of it all.  Spiderman invented his webslingers in this universe, they came innate in his wrists in that, Gwen Stacey’s spine snaps, Gwen Stacey’s spine is fine, jokes clean and offensive, a thousand ways of getting high, sentences that begin with “Actually,” the way sound travels vs. the way a turtle travels vs. the incomprehensible faster than light flow of information between sub atomic sister particles divided in Philly and Cali, candy brands, up and comers, pop charts of the 60’s, the oddities, wacky animal videos, I recommends, you have to watches, have you ever reads, the pissing contest of the ages. Makes a person want to crawl inside oneself, get unborn right quick . . . landscapes rolled from photoshop, the lovely, the plastic . . . Blogs are the biggest offender.  As I write this am I hammering a nail into a solid piece of architecture or am I closing the coffin? Can’t breathe without getting a lungful of carbon dioxide, ash, pollution, and a little O, but what’s even more asphyxiating is the knowledge of it.  Links, modern books written in dead languages, auctions, synapses, Java or C++, last gen’s nostalgia, a port of a port of a port, all the things missing.  The world used to be a rushing river, he says, where information was complimented by the other fields of study.  We’re watching the flicker of the universe, the bubbling of our imaginations to the surface.  And that should be exciting.  But sometimes it seems as mundane as the world around us.

Anyway, that’s how I’m feeling.

How are you?

-X

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