To be still is not to desire, the non-movement as the ultimate terror. Stillness not as a lack of desire, but a lack of objects to desire. A rupture of the continuity, of the flux of desire which can only lead to its negation. Terror and Joy are interchangeable.

The boundary is the non-motion, where one can take the duality as a unity, seeing the whole but still, or precisely because of it, seeing nothing, or rather, only seeing the boundary. Skeumorphism assured that bell chimes remain a source of random motion.

But as any iteration is bound to become a farce, it is no longer restrained to 15 minutes intervals, relinquishing on the permission we granted to flop and whip us at any second, preferably the one in which we forgot that towers exis

A purge is a one direction movement, however there’s no control over the intersections of our random walk. And the boulder rolls back again, unbothered.

Não zicou a ti mas zicou alheio 💀