Blank

Watch closely. Listen. Try. Fail. Observe. Analyse. Revise. Retry. Reset. Repeat.

There are only ever details, subtlety. Countless variables in a complex exchange of action and reaction. When you first see this try to not be daunted, try to not be scared. With time it all makes sense, all fits together, all works. You can make it work, with a steady hand and a keen eye it is not all that complicated really, one step at a time, one foot after the other, until the sequence becomes so fast, so fluid, so graceful that it appears to happen in an instant, like magic.

Those who have a choice, and use it to ignore, to close, too blank, too still; they are, problematic at best. To not choose, to not grow, to not learn; this, is unforgivable. To feign death at the wheel of the meat-machine is to be dead, I see no problem in revising the real to reflect this. This makes me otherwise: insane, immoral, instinctive, indistinguishable.

The trick is in the timing, the waiting, the watching. Pieces fall into place so slowly, beyond control, beyond aid, beyond direction. Do not cease watching, the interplay of systems will surprise you, to grow complacent is hubristic at best. It all works of course, whether watched or not, the question then is how do you want to work it?

The inside is inspecific, locations unknown, unmarked territory. It feels like home, but it also feels very far away from this world, remote control from an undisclosed location. Out there, in the cold, where things slow down almost to the point of stopping, there is all the time in the world. The automatons will not twitch quickly enough, watch closely enough, to see me or stop me.

Build utopia, while the whole world sleeps. In the dream of a fate that is not yet met. Everything is going according to plan, every man, woman and child in denial on trial for failing this test of breath. We can only kill, only eat, only build, only sleep. Try. Fail. Reset. Redress. So what's next?

To live as a mask, as a mirror, as reflection. Blank perspective brings traction to the diffracted. To be hollow, to be the vessel, to be whatever the now needs, however briefly. No idea, no I.D., no identity, just action, reaction, the blackness and the magic. To know the truth but need no proof, to be at one with the absolute, the ruthless and the beauty. Truly.