Fly away / fly away to what you want to make

Missed my self-imposed post deadline again. I keep having things 90% done but the tail end of the week always seems to get away from me. Blugh. :/
I've been up in my head a lot the past few days, trying to work some things out. I'm not sure where I'm at yet, and there are still a few things that I guess I'm still trying to avoid thinking about, too -- but procrastinating on that front translates into project time, so that might be an ok tradeoff for now? I guess we'll see. I might have a picture for you tomorrow, little bloglinnnnggggsss

/falls over

Oooh I'll be the one to break my
heart I'll be the one who'll break my
heart I'll be the one who'll break my
heart I'll end it though you started it

The feral dance of infinity // Are we dreaming are we dying

"So let's continue... who's the master here? How is it that this question of authority, power, and sovereignty can be said to have ruled the West? And why is it that desire is the aporia -- the little piece of puzzle that will never fit in the right place, and with, as both as event and motion, physical motion and transformation, a drive, a thirst -- all these names meaning something that cannot be grasped or ruled -- why are we always coming across it?"

It's really hard to know what you want without getting shoved around by your immediate culture. It's weird to think about how your brain constructs a self and how that self changes over time. Desire's weird because it can never sit still; get the thing you were after and you have to face the reality of it vs. whatever perception you'd conceived in your pursuit of the thing, and meanwhile desire's off and running again with some new problem, never contained. Consciousness is weird. Time is weird.

I know I've linked that video a bunch now, but

• uh it's great ok
• for a fun twist, throw this video on (quietly) at the same time why not

"...the dream covers Alice's high-wire reality (truth cannot be released directly, so it seems). Even if -- as Nietzsche's children -- we know there is no such thing as truth, we are still addicted to it.

So, arriving under the nose of little Alice -- our common name as children -- is a muttering rabbit, overtaken by the anxiousness of a rendezvous that he will miss should he not be running like mad to make it in time.
But shh! Here comes the sight of desire: a
shadowy,
muttering,
hurried
rabbit.
A running animal who compels us to run after it,
making ourselves immediately the follower of a follower -- hastily heading to reach a rendezvous we know nothing about, except that it will make Alice -- that is, us -- experience a crazy journey through time and space, friendship, emotions, absurd death sentences, foolish repetitions, growing too much, being too small, meeting crazy people who think they're perfectly normal -- that is,
life."