A Secant Query

Between Distraction and Violence

Wherein experience signals something...

Between Distraction and Violence

🎶 wide-eyed legless - laura viers

Seas of People

Has volume gotten bigger? Did that make sense? That trope, where the person shrinks down, a d everyone else's voice is windstorms - i feel like that. Me when. Airbands flood with broadband on top of xG. It's a stream of waves and I'm a particle - every tenth thought? Isn't mine. Is this my fault? Do I suck?

It feels, all I have to do to be disturbed is have my wave upset, my signal lost. Put my router in the off position, and that's an act of violence to me, personally. I like connectivity - makes me happy has me be happy. You know.

But hey, you plug my router into a surge protector, and I switch off when I go out, and that's a little bit of power I carve out. A hole.

Dig a hole: it's a hole.

Weird, tho. What hell is that, a numerical landscape? Is a bunch of spliced-together bits of music a song? Buying it all those likes so a scarper scoops that and gobbles it, and the model it feeds goes to make a song and falls into a hole of nonsense where a song should be?

By People

Holes are ...weird. They should be things drivers curse as the fly down the widest road - blulumph-blulumph - what a lack of intent can be footed for. These carvings we beam into other people, it's weird. An act of violence can be a failure to take sense and put it where sense looked to be?

Let me say that differently: I want the world to be something satisfying my two-hundred thousand earth resolution ape paw's idea of hole. What I seem to be seeing is my four-billion earth rotation Sol maw's idea of hole. That's wierd. I want my hands back. I want my life to be about digging a hole.

A star, it should not be a hole. A star should not be violence. Stars should not shed violent amounts of holes, every mote. Light should not be violence. Words tunnel experience from your reality all the way over to mine; and all the gender and presence I operate in should not be violence. This light on your devise should be moonlight. But it's... it fails to be that, a bit, huh? It fails to do nothing to you.

A concept in you gets a sun tan, the materiality cop in you burns from this, other wants are put into or under laser-focus attention, transfixed. It's tragic; holes. Violence. That's messed up! Word's whole thing is to be Moon, art, just beautiful. Not some big wave machine interloping comet jiggling wires of perception in you. Why words be doing that?

Words don't kill people, people kill people.

Ask People

All eyes turn to you like a million views. See them understand you, terrify the implication. Say it's screening a film, just war footage (everyone looks at you wondering what, to them, it is you've done); Say it's screening a film, just the sun (but it's subliminally as entrancing as a shortform video feed).

People walk away from the war footage traumatized, just more people war has torn a river through: before/event/after. But from the sun footage, people walk away wondering where the hell the last tenth of their waking day went. Both violence, but the first is a tear (posterior-anterior), the second a hole (exterior-interior).

Perhaps: a tear completes ritual at the person who put on the screening; the effect is done to the attendant. A hole completing ritual at the person who sat through the screening; the effect is done by the attendant.

What About Me?

When it's to autonomy violence is done, what constitutes landscape is transformed.

Proscribing authority - "You did this to me," -> "I did this to myself" - seems to shift who digs the holes to the one who sustains the work.

Thank you for sustaining the work of noticing. I hope this understanding serves your efforts. Some questions to help explore just what is violence:

See anticipation the skin of the grave you honor. What quality of attention does this grave need right now? "It's just a post," "I'm just one hit," "it only a screening," "it's just rent." And all the devotion that generates, yes.