Whoaverload

I don't even do that much, but the weight of the world looms heavily. The urgency of everything is becoming daunting, yet I continue to blog. Given the vastness of this web I would not even know if someone took a swat to the lower half. As i hear the content around me being generated in the form of keyboards, minds, eyes, all in rows, all at machines, we are more connected to each other than ever and still we feel alone.

What is the solution? Where are our problems? Do they make it to this conceptual space? Do they manifest in the real world? Is our perpetual ignorance the only thing that keeps us from losing our minds? Our ability to shrug it off, drink it away, satisfaction comes in so many different ways. I guess everyone deserves a break, understand that the greatest a flaw in our consciousness is its limits. I feel its capacity every day. We have tools to listen more, to compress our files, condense our being to kilobytes, share the lives of other things. A live feed of a bird in a nest, a baby's first steps, a litter of puppies from birth until death. The wisdom of the tweets of the elderly. Our future's past is all here. This blog is gonna be an antique. Translated a thousand times till it loses its rhymes, I hope you all stay oblique.


A high wire. That's where I am. Balancing. So many things feel fatal so many distractions will lead to the fall. Nothing but practice, nothing but the external and internal balance will guide me safely to the other side. As I cross the wire I become a memory. Should I fall, no one will share my death with the world out of respect. If I fall, please show it to everyone. Show me tumbling and gaining 9.8m/s being sucked to the only place I can call my home. Watch as it swats me traveling 30km/s through space. Calculate the time I had to have my last, slow, meaningless thought. Put my last words in my mouth, make sure they're someone elses. At least I didn't starve.







Begun - igKnite Haiti Project, CVJ meticulous story, studying stuff
Done - igKnite one event