To be where communication is impossible, and to suppress your thoughts, is to become a walking image--and for many, this represents safety: having predetermined their image. The society of such persons amounts to a hall of mirrors, except every mirror is turned away from you; and if you in turn refuse to pretend to be another image, you become, even in the presence of your own thinking, almost nothing, for the inner dialog only flourishes in true solitude. You attempt conversation that transcends the game of images, and meet the same words in everyone. Beyond that--if anywhere--lurks a nascent self. Much patience and long observation will teach you to know when you really do glimpse another (and aren't just fantasizing a twin or utter exotic), and much more experience might even enable you to discover what to do with those glimpses... But we are born and grow up knowing nothing yet forced to act. Communication still happens by accident. So "free will is a joke". And artists put messages in bottles for the sea. Anybody's eschatology offers more hope--and more orders to act upon. Even i, rather than try to utilize my solitude, often imagine my force multiplied by the mere proximity of other bodies... That is an eschatology (of recurrent apocalypses). For, today, post-production amounts to anti-production. Building a community would be far different than "marketing". More like--friendship. But it was the impossibility of friendship that turned me toward Art. Do i dare invent a friendship that is an art? And does anyone dare accept it? These are questions i get too busy to ask.
  I do not know their answers. Though i act as if i do.

"Retreating, day by day,
we come across echoes
of humans like ourselves
in preceding dark ages." --Dick Allen

   Video Addenda.
The semantic units of real-time are changes.
Words are not (usually) perceived as changes. --e.g. talking this way is one texture, another way is another texture; only their beginning & end count as changes...
Vidstyle of infoprocessing transfers to conversation. (The death of discourse/describing/drawing.) Then everything is on TV or pretending to be. Watching but never seeing.

   "Career"

Deciding that the origin of evil
resided in this floccinaucinihil-
   ipilification
   of vilification,
 my libels i started to retail.

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