many heads becoming one.
in most cases I think people would love so much to become cyborgs. we already are.
fusing with our fictions.
I read and sometimes feel that
we have at the root of our brains
a fully intact reptile brain.
I read that the crocodile’s brain experiences no time,
there isn’t a little temporal vibrator in there,
we vibrate the clock inside and so
make it outside.
The work is grand,
the inspiration moderate,
the path, epic.
I don’t know how to say it,
turtles turtles all the way down,
they are equally as disorganized as the circus,
but there is a fusion of moments and it all depends on all the shots, a fusion of all the visions, and
that chrysalis moment where the trick occurs,
the transaction with the forces,
so it really does make a difference
to represent your version of the prism,
that old …” when i see that color, is it the same color you see” game.
That old “no one enlightened until we all are.”
I have a new tutor, it’s nickname is work ethic.
“I am becoming a bruiser.”
-First days working on I Am Legend, NYC 9/25/2006