Mainly I read, I write, I walk, I look for unusual people, I
explore creepy urban areas and I try to go deeper into the Internet
; this antepenultimate activity is the most difficult to bring to
fruition. So what I'm doing with my life is also the reason why I'm
here, anxious to meet people who could teach me a way to think and
behave I've never heard of before. Or learn me something about an
ancient indigenous people from the wild, or show me their
collection of abnormal phasmatodea, or even explain how one can
build an entire mastaba with the single use of
swizzle-sticks.
Contrary to many people I know, I've never chosen a define sector in the wasteland of the infinite possibilities of living. I don't know a thing about the subtile feeling to belong to a certain community, place, or cultural area. All the parts of the universe appear to have caught my attention, and as I suffer from some strange kind of knowledge anxiety, I absorb a lot and only share a few. Sometimes, it's a little painful. Wait, it's painful all the time.
Spending an entire week reading On Monsters and Marvels by Ambroise Paré is cool. As taking LSD in a cave lost in some southern forest during the summer. As studying, alone, at night, utopian flying cities projects drawn up by some russian architects during the 30's. As going to some dreadful black metal concert. Or getting passionate about vintage Scifi illustrators. Having great sex. Graduating in epistemology, getting a specialization into the history of cybernetics and complex systems. Finally feeling able to explain what autopoiesis is to someone stone in a techno night club. Being quite. Loving loneliness. Working hard in a wineyard. Trying shibari. Visit abandoned places. Reading horror mangas, collect creepy ero guro pictures, master reddit, eating almonds, finding all of this perfectly coherent.
Contrary to many people I know, I've never chosen a define sector in the wasteland of the infinite possibilities of living. I don't know a thing about the subtile feeling to belong to a certain community, place, or cultural area. All the parts of the universe appear to have caught my attention, and as I suffer from some strange kind of knowledge anxiety, I absorb a lot and only share a few. Sometimes, it's a little painful. Wait, it's painful all the time.
Spending an entire week reading On Monsters and Marvels by Ambroise Paré is cool. As taking LSD in a cave lost in some southern forest during the summer. As studying, alone, at night, utopian flying cities projects drawn up by some russian architects during the 30's. As going to some dreadful black metal concert. Or getting passionate about vintage Scifi illustrators. Having great sex. Graduating in epistemology, getting a specialization into the history of cybernetics and complex systems. Finally feeling able to explain what autopoiesis is to someone stone in a techno night club. Being quite. Loving loneliness. Working hard in a wineyard. Trying shibari. Visit abandoned places. Reading horror mangas, collect creepy ero guro pictures, master reddit, eating almonds, finding all of this perfectly coherent.
