“When the image is new, the world is new.”
― Gaston Bachelard, The Poetics of Space
The digital image lasts forever, the oil painting will not last forever.
Millions and millions of pixels coming together to create their story. What is their story? It matters not, for the numbers will tell you. Integrity and Trust measured by numbers. Sorrow and Pain measured by numbers. Accolades and awards measured by numbers and association. Memories are worthless, hurtful, painful complex numbers. Cast out and thrown to the masses, alongside lost Names and Identities to devour, gossip and feast upon. Nothing private, nothing sacrosanct remaining. Trust ensnared, cut, opened up and bled to benefit the rules of Logic and Reason. Take, take it all, all the zest you can steal, laugh away and pass on to the condescended. Remember to Reduce to the lowest form, debase of value or any number. Leave behind all Worthless to the very core forevermore.
Reputation and Image.
Forced to hear Words. I begged not to hear. Words that have crucified. They want to help you? Help me?
Be so very Proud - The arrogance of numbers will protect and save the righteous.
Look upwards at those Images, both Left and Right, black and white. Asymmetry, Pain and Logic. Profile and Image fuelled to propagate Trust forevermore.
For in and out, above, about, below,
‘Tis nothing but a Magic Shadow-show,
Play’d in a Box whose Candle is the Sun,
Round which we Phantom Figures come and go.
- Omar Khayyam
― Gaston Bachelard, The Poetics of Space
The digital image lasts forever, the oil painting will not last forever.
Millions and millions of pixels coming together to create their story. What is their story? It matters not, for the numbers will tell you. Integrity and Trust measured by numbers. Sorrow and Pain measured by numbers. Accolades and awards measured by numbers and association. Memories are worthless, hurtful, painful complex numbers. Cast out and thrown to the masses, alongside lost Names and Identities to devour, gossip and feast upon. Nothing private, nothing sacrosanct remaining. Trust ensnared, cut, opened up and bled to benefit the rules of Logic and Reason. Take, take it all, all the zest you can steal, laugh away and pass on to the condescended. Remember to Reduce to the lowest form, debase of value or any number. Leave behind all Worthless to the very core forevermore.
Reputation and Image.
Forced to hear Words. I begged not to hear. Words that have crucified. They want to help you? Help me?
Be so very Proud - The arrogance of numbers will protect and save the righteous.
Look upwards at those Images, both Left and Right, black and white. Asymmetry, Pain and Logic. Profile and Image fuelled to propagate Trust forevermore.
For in and out, above, about, below,
‘Tis nothing but a Magic Shadow-show,
Play’d in a Box whose Candle is the Sun,
Round which we Phantom Figures come and go.
- Omar Khayyam
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