Theoretical Flash Fiction: Avant L'etre Postwork Worlder
I have much admiration for people who keep level no matter what but I don't think that makes them models of nothing but democratic polished material. wood stone metals. Mimetic desire is part of this topos.
Maybe 'It is better to do nothing than to contribute to the invention of formal ways of rendering visible that which Empire already recognises as existent.' which is a quintessential nihilism that can only topple a host qua negative-defined parasite by withholding or doing nothing. The world emerging from this, for me, is like helical walkways through a classification of parks. National, amusement, municipal, theme, city, business.
Shunted out to leisure and diversionary therapies. If I could sprawl it all out but on something the size of a saucer that will assuage my line and discretions towards chaos as experienced and mapped and the presenting coastal paradox where ground and terrestrial borders grow - the more precise the line becomes. Of course I want to see the arrangement of things change like abstract nouns and concepts fall from the sky or ghosts sprout from mountainside waterfalls. a nature of these hyperobjects broadcast by media broadcasting.
Any unique phenomena of everyday things even strangely, end up in my saucer. Believe it that though this is cute and can be typed, regal court scientists could make a franchise of techwear where infinite teaset paradises can illustrate this scene for past encyclopediae that haven't made domain name registration yet.
Maybe 'It is better to do nothing than to contribute to the invention of formal ways of rendering visible that which Empire already recognises as existent.' which is a quintessential nihilism that can only topple a host qua negative-defined parasite by withholding or doing nothing. The world emerging from this, for me, is like helical walkways through a classification of parks. National, amusement, municipal, theme, city, business.
Shunted out to leisure and diversionary therapies. If I could sprawl it all out but on something the size of a saucer that will assuage my line and discretions towards chaos as experienced and mapped and the presenting coastal paradox where ground and terrestrial borders grow - the more precise the line becomes. Of course I want to see the arrangement of things change like abstract nouns and concepts fall from the sky or ghosts sprout from mountainside waterfalls. a nature of these hyperobjects broadcast by media broadcasting.
Any unique phenomena of everyday things even strangely, end up in my saucer. Believe it that though this is cute and can be typed, regal court scientists could make a franchise of techwear where infinite teaset paradises can illustrate this scene for past encyclopediae that haven't made domain name registration yet.
