Our brains are iPods: small and always shrinking, disinterested in quality, obsessed with quantity. Our thoughts are mp3s: squished, fragmented copies of unknown origin; usually a file containing some vile and commercial thing.
In the future, people might have 8-bit minds; thinking in predetermined square shapes; experiencing life, but only within a limited, primitively programmed and compressed manner. This is the death of mystery.
Chronic fragmentation of thought is now evident in our new favorite medium of expression: the blurb.
Art doesn't have to be a struggle against injustice. Actually, it's best when it's playful. but that doesn't mean it shouldn't play seriously and reflectively. The current best music is a retarded child who, during hide and seek, hides behind his hands. If it is reflective, it reflects what's most embarrassing about those who enjoy it.
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Keep on posting such articles. I like to read articles like this. BTW add some pics :)
2 time i did dmt, i saw a lot of gray square shapes. since i had not completely "blasted off" and was still squeezing in a few thoughts, i took the squares as a very bad sign of non creativity and general boringness and attempted to run off of my friend's balcony. actually, i was still confined to my friends bed. but i thought i was jumping off. a friend who was spying on me from the hallway said i turned to him from where i was lying on the bed and the emotion in my eyes was so frightening that he got scared and walked away. i wish i didn't see gray squares...
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