PORN FOR THE BLIND

yesterday I caught a cold. I couldn’t sleep

“I’m stuck in that
desert I invented for myself” I thought. “Or I am not
stuck. I could use the meatabone knife. It can cut anything that’s neither bone nor meat. I
could use to cut the distance from here to where I am going to, but
that’s it: I do not know where I am going to”

anyway. Another demon came around. I’ve been wanting to avoid bumping
into one every other day, but that one, that demon had
an interesting question: “What is
light? it asked me
-Light is a wave. An electromagnetic wave, I said
-What is a wave? asked the demon
-A wave is a transfer of energy” I answered. I knew that much

next I thought it would ask me what is energy? Instead it wanted to know: “What
is a transfer?” I
laughed. A transfer. Movement. Time. Oh! once again

“Why does your hat look blue? asked me the demon
-It’s made of material that absorbs light in all wavelengths except in the range of
blue. Cherry blue
-Yes, said the demon. PEOPLE ARE LIKE THAT” it shouted, then
it left

Everything I cannot absorb or accept I tend to write about. That’s my
“color”. Fascism, for instance. Processed thoughts. Processed food. Poisons. Etc. Those
combined topics make up my specific “color” just as much as a young lady who
has not yet absorbed the physicality of romantic love is bound to write about it, and
that would be her color, one of her colors

about fascism. America is turning into a fascist country. Misuse of its flag, its
army boots, and detention camps in the building abroad and within the
country. Fascist movies like '300'. Corporations rule over politics. That’s the core of it. That doesn’t mean it’s impossible to live in America anymore. People can live well under fascism. For a while

...but let’s come back to light, and movement. A
while ago, I wrote about what I called
the ultimoment: the shortest possible length of time that can be measured. That, I
wrote, is the time it takes for the quickest possible thing to happen (so there
is actually something to measure)

I had one idea for what that could be: a shift the spin of an elementary particle. A
shift in shape or form if that particle is one of those putative super strings. Now I have new ideas. New ideas which I haven’t absorbed yet

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[Picture: Portrait of a demon with a strange signature by reading_is_dangerous]

Has the title of this blog anything to do with its content? Maybe not, but I am trying to mix things up. Provocative salad-think. Is it the cold or the lack of sleep?

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