Paper

nearly infinite line of code, fixing it isn’t really possible, as that is tied up with everything else that makes up you, but if you keep ignoring it, the whole system will just keep shutting down.

 Feel the praise for your silence, silence is a virtue. A non-person can

 Thrive

 wonderfully in silence

 My memory is walking blindfolded, occasionally tripping over something, hoping it wasn’t going to give you tetanus, or worse if it’s alive. Like imaginary GIFs, building ghosts from infinite archives. But there is a moment where all the photos simply stop.

 I stopped existing.

….

maybe

,

I can find this person wandering in my memories. I don’t know what I’d do, or say but they’d be there and maybe that’s enough.

Viola

Spend your life

contorting bodies

 to hold, I wanted to care for it, I wanted to hold it, but mostly I wanted to protect it. but it’s never enough.

 At the same time, the instrument’s range doesn’t exceed its lower counterpart of the cello. It exists in the gray area between its foggy-virtual world. 

I found a virtual space existing within my own, a demon. If we extrapolate morality from demonology, we see a virtual non-thing with impact on a physical world, the world of being. If we import the ideas of morality back into the demon, the demon is a virtual thing with the purpose of educating us about our physical experience. In Virtual reality, we are asked to have compassion for a virtual body that we inhabit. In Augmented reality, we are asked to explore a demon in the physical world.This project, I found myself casting my being-ness into the realm of the virtual, acting like a tether between a virtual world and the physical. The sculpture soon became an avatar, my own picture hidden which I could cover in blank memories. I slowly started to become a background character in a virtual world containing me. 

Rosin

a human way of talking about data.

 process this information not like points but rather like circular strings, 

singing in distant and strange harmony. The information point informs and relates to the other.

in order to make a string vibrate, 

 I have never cried more than making these hand casts. crumbling into sticky dust 

it’s never really wet. In a long time from now, 

Recording into the far future. 

eaten by the bows of the viola, crumbling the data/memory into brilliant sounds.  

“abandon all hope.” Hope is a tool of virtual space; 

hell, 

AI is the technology of hope.

 Hope isn’t good or bad but rather it gets in the way of working through.

 If you let the potential of something go, you expose yourself to the infinite of the present moment.

Tree 

clear signs of autism 

graves. wanted . affection, and mostly would just sit in silence. just laid there in silence.

hides itself for 51 weeks out of the year and for one week

traditions left, but there was one.

 it blooms brilliant colors.

 

they plant a tree.a saucer magnolia tree.

 showing my own brilliant colors, something was wrong 

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 Isolated

I walked outside and saw 

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live a life swallowed by hope
 

just

grow.

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