The Recycling of Wasted Time
Towards a New Culture of Wordplay, or About the Rules of Dogmatic Accidentalism
There is some serious overspillage of investigative memory archaeology going on here. After some time, I recalled the word buzzword. I wanted to note it down, forgot it, have remembered it, but now I’m not sure whether it followed the thought recorder. Access denied.
Forget it. I know I should forget that I forgot. Lesson learned, just one more thing: at this stage indicates something unfinished or provisional. If we combine this inadequate premise with the buzzwords preceding it, there is a glimpse of a countersummary. As if my revelations were dangling on a fairly unimportant line. We have arrived now-here, attaining fragmented completeness, although the great void black hole sucks.
Dispersed, distracted: see the day disappear into the mist. An archaeologist digs deeper every day. What I wanted to say: just play, unwind.
I’m wasting my time here at twenty-two twenty-two. I’d better shower and sleep. Give the brain a proper rest. When I look up, everything seems to be going my way. I feel all those little arrows for vectors and currents behind my back. Just a moment ago, it was impossible to write about what I have embraced all day.
I could call this The Recycling of Wasted Time. Sometimes wind blows you off course. You’re not ready for it, but if you’re lucky, you end up in a more interesting place than you’d planned. If you are a paper kite, you end up all over the place.
Top three pieces of writing advice?
1. Stop whining and write.
2. Stop fucking around and write.
3. Stop making excuses and write.
Gut bacteria can hijack your brain. In other words, eating yogurt twice a day for a few weeks makes you react more calmly. A phone call later, everything was different. In other words, I made a phone call to avoid demolition of our bathroom.
Now I’ve come to my senses and meaning: how will these English pages work? You see, I don’t care. The golden rule of poker: don’t be results oriented. You can play a hand badly and win, and play a hand optimally and lose. The value of your thinking cannot be judged on recent results you’ve had, due to variance.
I’ve had an epiphany: after a while, every epiphany becomes funny. Towards a New Culture of Wordplay, or About the Rules of Dogmatic Accidentalism discusses the theory of wordplay and formulates the principles of ontology, according to which all phenomena in the world can be understood as analogous to wordplay. In other words, everything is always a combination of many elements. Fuck me, the spectral lexeme! What a spectacular circle it has been! Of course they have the same root.
As we drag towards the end, I feel like saying something wise. Dreams don’t work unless you do. Wanting less feels like getting more. Assume everyone is driving with kids. If you do not change direction, you may end up where you are heading. With nothing special behind or ahead, everyday bullshit is the shit.
