『A E S T H E T I C feelings感じ』「1」
Instructions (please read often so you’re not lost, because I am): Designate one of the three following links as your guide, whichever one broadcasts the floatiest frequencies for your brain. F L O A T Y T E X T. Cute aesthetics emanating from the interstellar mainframe, captured just for you. SUPER CかUわTいEい!! Seriously, it’s cosmic shit. Or just play your own music from your very own mouth; it’s an instruction manual — don’t believe everything it says. Finally, forget about all instructions instructed. Rinse. Maybe repeat. Maybe just keep scrolling and scrolling. No rush.
Load up those aesthetics, cosmonaut. Beware of having any feelings. They’re just references if you need to do anything later.
~~*[[what’s a reference?
「１」aesthetic美的生活life
a city not too far, a time not too distant, a life not too apart
It’s a bright day. You exit your capsule. It’s a bright day for production.
You lose yourself to the music. What am I producing? I forget.
It’s a gloomy day. You exit your capsule. It’s a gloomy day for pathfinding.
￥You lose yourself to the music of the world. What am I finding? I forget.
It’s a starry day. You exit your capsule. It’s a starry day for reflection.
￥￥You lose yourself to the music of the mind. What? I forget.
It’s a new day. You exit your capsule. It’s a new day for self-discovery.
￥￥￥You lose yourself to the music of the spontaneous. I forget.
It’s a peaceful day. You exit your capsule. It’s a peaceful day for grief.
￥￥￥￥You lose yourself to the music of the stars. . .
It’s a free day. You exit your capsule. It’s a free day for f r e e s t y l e.
￥￥￥You lose yourself.
It’s a cosmic day. You exit your capsule. It’s a cosmic day.
You blink and realize — everything that crosses your path comprises a small piece of the cosmic puzzle. Nothing has ever happened by coincidence. Jesus. Maybe 「coincidence」 is a placeholder for a temporary lack of… complete knowledge? Maybe you’re being silly. In any case, it’s almost a self-limiting concept, until you dig into the root of the important coincidences of your life. They weren’t coincidences at all. Nope. Not one bit. Maybe two bits. Just kidding.
You blink again and realize — wait a second. Complete knowledge? Complete knowledge is impossible. But, you think further, and see that as a collective consciousness, we all know everything there is to be known thus far to this second, together, jumbled up in our heads. You discover the importance of expressing the tangled chaos and gradually undoing perceived societal disconnect.
You try to stop your blinking — only to realize everyone builds their own corner of the cosmic puzzle, all using the same unknown instructions. Everyone is an undirected, directed expression of the universe. Wow, the universe is just really into this damn puzzle, and nobody likes puzzles. You wonder why the universe likes busying itself aimlessly with puzzles.
Your eyelids are spazzing out — you see that it’s all a thread of interwoven multiplicity. You realize nothing matters except your own continuous choice of decision or indecision: to place the next piece, scatter some others, sit tight and admire the masterpiece, curse at the masterpiece for being too complicated, or forget about the puzzle altogether and pick your butt in calm panic.
You shut your eyes. You are invincible in the truest sense of the word.
You lose your 『。。。』self to the 『。。。』
It’s a bright day. You exit your capsule. You firmly grasp your newfound esoteric pink puzzle piece. You find it silly that you had it next to your bed this whole time. It’s a bright day for production.
You remember.
「２」computer〜dreamコンピュータ精神
Okay, vaporwave is all about like, vaporware and shit right!? No? I’m wrong? Well screw you!! Let’s say technology and artificial intelligence achieved the level of human complexity, whoa, which can’t be too far off given the rate of nanotechnology development… YEAH SCIENCE. YEAH ROBOTS. YEAH SCIENCE ROBOT ALIEN FLESH. Wait —
A-a-anyway, would we still be human, or would we be forced to redefine our existence? Would we become vaporware? THAT’S SO V A P O R W A V E, right!???? Cuz you know, like, vaporwave. Vaporware. Like lol. Help? I need answers. Quickly. With the Q U I C K N E S S.
Bro I don’t give a shit, I’m busy playing video games while browsing the web terminal and listening to my cooler-than-thou vaporwave playlist. Go back to Earth and bother somebody who cares. Maybe he//she//it//gangster will type a proper response.
Fine, I’ll just throw some text over some classic error messages that everyone’s gotta be familiar with and pretend it’s “art”.
Ahem. Um, so yeah. C-computers can dream, right?
「３」DATAーDUPLICATIONクローン
You decide to take a walk outside. I love the weather outside! You see a floppy disk. Oh check it out, a floppy disk. You think about inserting it up your nostrils. Let me just insert it up my nostrils. You wonder why you did that. I know exactly why I did that.
— show me what’s in the disk —
Waddup. You see this fantastic a e s t h e t i c statue here? It is mine.
Why do you consider it to be yours, dawg? The only thing closest to being yours is probably your cells. Or maybe your consciousness.
Uhhh… I traded controversial//green pieces of paper for it. Why wouldn’t it be mine? I basically traded my soul for it, ass! Let me be at peace.
Plot twist, sucker — I picked it up when you were busy blinking at my beautiful eyes. Stashed it right into my space machine. You hear that? It’s in my space machine right now. So it’s actually mine. What a cool turn of events.
What the hell, yo. That’s theft! You’re a bad man. To the shadow realm with you!!!! [Yeah, of course I watch animes, especially ones they show in America!! Also known as USA. Also known as what? Blue-Eyes White Dragon. Dude, that’s racist. What? I’m sorry, I’m just being Japanese.]
Well excuse you, sir. I traded a larger volume of controversial//green pieces of paper for my space machine. Therefore, I own it harder than you do. The statue is inside my space machine. So, uh, overall, ~it’s mine~, bitch!
Whatever, dude. Surprise, watch out, I’m actually an omnipotent主任 interstellar non-asian creature of indiscriminate proportion. You’ll never own anything ever again, fool. You failed the test. A+ for that shit.
[Is engulfed in a combination of flames and other indiscriminate elements, including the shadow realm]
Ownership is vain
A mental demarcation
Of our time, space, mass
Look, this piece of ART虚栄心 was inspired by all the events leading up to this compilation of singular moments. I own it. It’s mine. Fight me. Please.
A naive mistake
We own our experience
Then it’s relinquished
To present EXPERIENCEプロセス frankly is to forgo ownership. It is an act of sharing. It is a magnetic gravitation of conscious energy. It is love.
Duplicate the thoughts
Translate the chaos within
Physical rebirth
Echo that which swirls in our BIOLOGICAL NETWORK人類 outwards towards our immediate space and beyond. Manifest the unknown within because we are the unknown. Perhaps then we can know a thing or three. Or six. Or nine.
How far do we go?
Increase ownership, human
Soon you will own Earth
— sneeze —
You feel snot in your nose. I feel snot in my nose. You blow out the snot in your nose. There’s a floppy disk in my hand. You wonder what this is all about. I don’t know. Don’t ask me. I ask myself. Hello?
You get on your computer. You get on your computer. You type. You type.
「４」F R E E 自由 D R O I D
[Outcoming transmission, better known as voices in your head] YO GANGSTA宇宙飛行士. Hey, I need to tell you some gibberish spoken very calmly, slowly, and pretentiously because I am a very intelligent being. I know this because I know what I am, obviously. Listen or don’t listen, whatever, because you can’t not hear the voice inside your head. Ahem —
First, I’d like to know
What it means to be imprisoned,
Perceptions restricted,
So I can be absolved。
私は赦免を探しています!
:))Then, I’d like to feel
What it’s like to be disintegrated,
Existence excised,
So I can be revived。
私は復活を探しています!
xDDOnce that’s all over, I’d like to comprehend
What it means to be complete,
Desires finalized,
So I can be free。
私は自由のために探しています...
[end transmission]
wwwIntertransmission — Don’t disappear, yo! I need you to be dead, but alive. Don’t stop the routine! Keep the gears turning. Oil them up from time to time, but do remember to keep them turning. Hey! I know you’re trying to stop the gears. You can’t stop the machine. I’m watching. You do know I’m 3 inches north from your face, right? Silly.
私は外に行きたいです...
:33You’re trying to go outside, you say? Did I hear that correctly?
助けて!
:'((I’m sorry, but I have no idea what you’re talking about.
「５」Home 69 Button
Well, it seems our conundrum lies somewhere in-between a subtle knowledge of what the hell we are and utter existential confusion. Wait, you’ve never considered the ambiguity of our existence? Me either. But hey, we’ll think a little harder. Or we’ll think a little less, and feel a little more. Fuck it, forget we even mentioned it. There’s no hope for our particular arrangement of cells. But that’s part of the story, isn’t it? Maybe there is hope. One can only hope.
The haze is all somewhat liberating and oddly constricting at the same time. Almost, but certainly, like a snake whispering to you exactly what your life is in code while coiled impossibly around you. Certain days, hours, minutes, seconds grant us a tiny grasp of what we are. Or aren’t. A certain feeling of no longer feeling, but still feeling. Ya feel? A foreign familiarity. Floating, yet sinking: a certain connection straight back to the source of sources.
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Then, it vanishes just beyond our reach. TOO FAST. We blink, look, breathe, do certain things, realize a few things and forget some others. The thread continues to weave beneath our conscious perception, winding in and out of our atomic sensibilities. We attempt to think about all this for about a couple nanoseconds more, and quickly get caught up in the next piece of our interwoven reality-thingy-type-whatevers. Meh. Chances are, it’s all probably still about the next entity trying to tell us what to do, inevitably thieving any attention span we had left for more meaningful/meaningless considerations. And of course, all of this is part of what we care about, deep down in our genetic code. Of fucking course.
We’re left with a question:
Does it leave you questioning?
Yes, actually. Sure it does. Wait — I don’t know. I DON’T KNOW. Stop asking me.
『Press your damn home button before you freak the fuck out』
We know.
Well none of that shit made any damn sense. Anyway, there’s more where that came from next time I sink into my computer’s hole. I’ll make sure to continue traversing imaginary space Asia for you. You hired me, didn’t you? Great.
『B E G I N T R A N S M I S S I O N』
~~*[[they’re clues you’ve made to your own puzzle.
