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Just on time for a new day. A new post. Sometimes my Mac makes me feel at home. Wide- Screen peacefulness, otherworldly...

I know, silly.


This post is about how feelings get mixed up, messed up. It's not an easy one, not only in terms of realisation, and confrontation, but of acknowledgement, and perhaps calibration. By this I mean the anxiety-sex-work-hunger-guilt relationship. I think these, are though ones, and easy to remix (Rihanna).

Money is also a Vector, and also a way of looking at the world. A World to be appropriated. But Today I wanted to talk to what is closest to you, that of your bodily frame. I can no longer resort to the Kantian notion of mind-body separation, but different minds perform differently onto different bodies, according to their environment, and to their not-so-worldly aspirations; maybe that is what we can call imagination, or the idealised World; a world of Perfect Objects.

 I have the feeling that all these projections, or aspirations; those which have been projected onto us, and those to which we have gravitated ourselves, can generate situations of discomfort that morph into different modes of anxiety; like food(anxiety), sex(anxiety), work(anxiety), etc. Not a pleasant list. But by this I am not implying that food is no good, or sex or work; but what is not good-an by this I mean, I doesn't feel right- is that this exploration for the satisfaction of Anxiety cannot be found in these outsourcing movements or tactics. Moreover these will only add to your pile of Guilt-Anxiety. It is important that you gravitated towards what you feel is Good for you, and obviously, by measure, for others. This is a hefty claim, and one that I wouldn't like to simplify, but I would like to keep this focused to the anxiety-sex-work-hunger-guilt complex. I am by no means trying to create a well rounded narrative, but to think trough writing.

From this perspective of the self, it is vital you think off all that provides you with peace, or better said, calm. Reaching this point of calmness will allow you to think. And to think again in a less foggy environment.

Confusing feelings of anxiety with hunger, is a big one, since the need is not fulfilled. Instead food is consumed, gastric-ally moved, and disposed in the form of guilty, painful shit. I have been there. I know. I have recently read that having water is good for you to listen to your body, and to learn wether you are truly hungry. I am not sure if it works for me. The fact that Google is collecting all this Data from me, I don't know if it works for me still, but I am using their service for now.

Identifying these little moments of discomfort can help you better to go trough your day. Life a process, rather than goal-reaching. In all of this, it is important that we learn all that we have hoped for, and use it to our advantage, and those that we care for. I currently care mostly, for myself. But that doesn't mean that I have no empathy whatsoever, I am just not easily moved. I don't think most people have real problems. I don't , I am just almost empty of Passion, and therefore for a Love of the World and all that Pertains to me, and comes about to my domain. All my work lately, has been a sigh for help, of exasperation. But there is no Mercy for me, I have it piecemeal.

So if we think, or feel, we are in a moment; a process of exasperation, it is important to look inwards, and to produce a taxonomy of one's own guts. Therein might the truth be unravelled, or unfolded before our eyes. But don't think of this as contemplation, but as a plane for action. Believe, me. There is more to Life than This.

Seconds might smell of Hours (Synesthesia), and Google or Mac might be able to AutoCorrect Rhiana, but not Synesthesia. There might be something wrong with these Tools that we deal With, there IS work to be done. Collectively, believe me. In isolation, believe me.

On a final note I have to say that if anything, water might the closest to a whisper. Scape YouTube, and begin a transmutation that looks no further; you have become Yourself (Chet Faker) without resorting to Realism[Well Done].