An exhibtion I'm involved in

Stop talking

Communication seems like such an impossible task sometimes. Language, or at least our use of it, seems pointless and dysfunctional. Subjectivity reigns in our attempt to exchange ideas, raw experience. Perhaps this is part of the attraction that art and science hold for us? Art embraces ambiguity , either through rejection or propagation, and science attempts to precisely quantify what we do not know. Still, it often seems that we are capable of nothing more than speaking in falsehoods and widening the gulf that exists between the numerous intelligent agents we believe we
interact with everyday. Eh...I guess our use of language routinely fails us but on occasion the environmental component of language and our small wet computers agree to speak to each other and a measure of clarity can be achieved, however infrequently.

Carl Sagan says things that I cannot

Pushka

The thing I want the most is the thing I cannot have. This situation makes me very, very sad.

So close...

Forgive the rant, life is good :)

Bourbon. I would really like a glass of bourbon. Something to take the edge of this fucking bus ride. Maybe some tequila? Yep. A beer too. I really should start riding again. This is no way to spend my time. It's really unpleasant being in such close proximity to so many others. Stinky tinned apes. Full of stupidity and covered in cysts and in grown hairs. Weeping sores and pussy morning eyes. Polite conversation is nothing more than a dry crust that barely covers the hostility and impatience that I and my fellow travelers obviously feel for each other. Thats enough complaining of bus travel, I can stop if I like. The sky is a lovely blue today and it's a wonderful temperature outside. More importantly, I'm going to get to work in time for another coffee. Thank you life, for this seeming unending cascade of simple pleasures.

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