#surprisingly straightforward

[msfeatherfreckles]

What did I do? Why didn't he greet me a happy birthday this year?

- Justin Bieber (probably)

[transkito-finder]

day 25 of trans akito: 4★ card “Newfound Enthusiasm” (trained)

i am the transkito finder

[follypersist]

Have we seen this all before?

Here's where the narrative kicks in. I can tell the same story again! I can tell the same story any number of times. It's easy to see the question of: "is it the same story, as I introduce minor variations?" It's even easier to see: "is it still the same story, regardless of how many times you've heard it?" But there's an even better question — what if it's a true story? Have we seen this all before? This is an aggressive question! It is this as well: is it a god-awful small affair? Does it matter who the subject is – who the audience, who the author – who the hero? The author is dead. The audience supplies their own significance. The hero is subjective, and so our purpose, our pivotal person, is the subject. We have finally returned to the obvious point. Her friend is nowhere to be seen, a friend who vanished without a trace. As we walk though a sunken dream, a fear of a dissolution of reality swiftly approaches. The all-night movie – how many times do you need to dream a dream before you start to wonder? Let's be straightforward: in life, is a single repeated point enough to prove that all points are repeating? (Is there a difference between the repeating and the repeated?) What about ten points, each repeated once? What about one point this point ten times or more? What would it mean to live it?

[hatticsalt]

Memoranda and mind games

Dear Cyberspace,

I’m deeply sorry to be the source of a new headache. That’s what I imagine you suffer at each birth of a new blog, each half-second of every day when yet another stranger brands you with our spiritual fingerprint and impresses you into the service spreading our personal gospels afar. For the existence of this very paragraph, I am reasonably remorseful.

Though...not too reasonable, I guess, or I’d discard this post and self-efface, sacrifice my need for soliloquy in favour of your sanity. But I think I hang on out of have latent desire to exercise my writing and rhetoric. And I’ll admit that the other reason is competition – inscribing my own sum of editorials, travel logs and private thoughts to keep apace the glut of people seasoned at doing so; or satisfy employers or other would-be acquaintances so steeped in digital-age norms that they demand to see and use it for a primer to my personality, an appendage of every complete person. For you, the cycle is endless and likely miserable. As for me, right now, I feel I have good reason to indulge.

But I'd like to make you a deal, so that neither of our needs will trump the other’s. This personal blog will be exactly like every other except that it won’t be real. Maybe. That is to say, you won’t know because (as per my custom, some say) I’ll throw out just enough to veiled allusions, metaphors and jarring genre shifts* to muddy the lenses. You – and me probably, in a few years – can enjoy the challenge of decrypting the embellished truth.

We’ll be playing a game, acting lightheartedly antagonistic – thus equal. Consider it fair?

I thought you would.

*Today’s genre is, of course, the letter.