Soundtracks to this post: 1. Seba – Nothing Can Replace 2. Bei Maejor – Pillz 3. Angel – The World 4. Jake Emlyn – New Day 5. Toro Y Moi – Say That 6. Cocaine 80s – Anywhere but Here 7. Azealia Banks – Ima Read 8. Mrs Black Dyamond – Theraflu Remix
So I did it again. I did that thing so abhorred by me and a significant population of hipsters, tricksters, twisters and whispers. I just went away. I didn’t keep at it. I promised a return but never fulfilled that promise. I left you hanging and I left you hanging low. I left you hanging lower than geriatric testicles on a sweltering summer’s day. I’m a dick dickier than Dick Van Dyke holding a spike with your favourite granny’s torso impaled on that spike. I’m like one of those pathetic God awful excuses for a parent strung out on Js, O.J. (as a shitty last-ditch attempt at sobriety), lines and cigars who takes (whenever the consciousness-cladding fog is thin enough to lift) a passing interest in their neglected charge only when they do/ say/ eat/ shit on or otherwise interfere with an aspect of your shared and dilapidated environment that jogs something in their mind causing them to hark back to a time, however brief, in which they had aspirations that betrayed even slight intention of giving a fuck. I’d like to say that
I will never neglect you like a strung out dealer blowing whore of a mother EVER again. Moving on swiftly.
If memory serves me well (generally a much better waitress when I’m high) I intimated that I was on the cusp of employment. Up until recently and due to environmental pressures, employment was the destination of my upwardly mobile trajectory. I needed to live up to my age and living up to my age meant having something to show for all the birthing cries, long grinding midnight oil burnings endured during the student days of all the medical professionals involved in my successful birth, blood and placenta gushing out of orifices, the back breaking efforts of laundry staff tasked with the job of cleaning out the stains on the whites of the aforementioned medical professionals, the shitloads of cash/time/stress/sacrificed physiques involved in rearing me to my ripe
old age AND (last but not motherfucking least) all the crap I’ve taken throughout the drudgery that growing up has been. For a while, living up to my age and all the other crap I’ve spun out on this page meant *cacophonous cacophony of parental/societal voices* ‘GET A JOB, GET A JOB, GET A MOTHERFUCKING JOB’ and I, like a good little motherfucker, diligently followed that path. I applied for shitloads and got FUCK ALL. *PPSSSTTTT* I had a short stint as a Recruitment Consultant but I fucking hated it so scratch that from my record…scratch it….SCRATCH.IT.NOW…vaginally enabled canine. After pretzelling myself into submission for a little while, I gave up. I floundered for a little bit and wondered what the fuck I was gonna do with my unfulfilled craphole of a twenty-something recession-era life. During one of my internet surfs I stumbled on a page discussing an experiment by HomePlus Korea in QR code driven shopping. That flicked a light bulb on in my head and I got writing, planning, inventing, document drafting, figure sorting while eschewing the snorting…see what I did there? See? SEE? FIGURE SORTING WHILE ESCHEWING THE SNORTING. You’re right. I don’t see much either. I just see the crazed half-rhymes of rambling blogging cunt. Anyway, QR code driven shopping experiment in South Korea led to my idea and subsequent drive towards entrepreneurship. I won’t go into it any further because this just isn’t the venue. You paid your entry fee and I’m not gonna waste your time. Collect your bloody ticket and stand the fuck in line. Marvel at my cursing as you’re startled when it rhymes. Catch a couple fingers tapping as you read this shit in time.
The city does things. The city does things to me and the city does things to you. The shit it does to me may well be similar to the shit it does to you. Its attributes, those attributes that take their big fat collective thumbs and make an impression in the subtle energetic magnetic field putty that is your body-soul communication and linkage device commonly referred to as your ‘mind’, are attributes that manifest themselves in the following form:
- Battery: The hive and its mind, the people and its teem, the hustle with its bustle followed by the brain guiding muscle characterise the current that enlivens the grid. The grid powers all who come into contact with it in some form or another. Some embrace its crackle and bask in its lustre as they throw the doors of their very being wide open to newfangled realms of possibility. To members of the aforementioned special group of enthusiastically receptive receivers, the city is their battery and they tap it like a rubber tree.
- Sail: The city gifts me expansion. That expansion is not an expansion of the gross body or an expansion of the ego. Such expansion is one of horizons and such horizons govern the very limits of one’s realm of possibility. The knights who charge forth to claim more territory for Lord Mind are the Knights of Experience. The Knights of Experience wield their Swords of Situation well for situations give rise to experiences that bring about an expansion in the realm of possibility. With its bounty of situations, experiences and possibilities, the city is my sail…my sail towards new conceptions of what can, could, would and should be.
- Earth: Yes the city powers you and yes the city sows seedlings that bloom in your mind but what good is power, blooms and accompanying beauty without foundation? Nothing that is worthwhile lasts without solid grounding and even the loftiest of flights end in a descent. Whether the descent is merely a precursor to another ascent, the fact remains: a landing is inevitable. As such, it is key that solid ground is present. Basically, the city and its merciless intolerance towards hubris/airs and graces is the earth that keeps me grounded regardless of how high I feel I have soared.
I was tripping balls a while back and I envisioned myself on an Earth that seemed to be different yet exactly the same as the one I am currently on. I remember myself sauntering around on this ‘different yet the same’ Earth with the following refrain in my head, “Whatever happened to knowledge? Where’s the Renaissance Man? I’m surrounded by worker bees who never know but only can!”