# voice of vamana by connor sherlock the parmenidean architecture of doom connor sherlock is teh garme designer of marginalia and the amazingly atmospheric sanctuary a little voorism in ir voice of vamana // images here the annoyingly voiced strains of the announcer in your ear is easily ignored; it says little of interest or consequence. it could even be your own inner voice idly chatting to itself in order to delay inevitable feelings of deep ontological paralysis and mute temperature-less terror. what is ostensibly a cheap sci fi narrative in setting quickly devolves back towards what was there all along - a silently crushing feeling of blank violently inanimate doom - an infinitely oppressive weightless burden on the existential chest the architecture of vamana is that of blandly terrifying futility made structurally manifest // video here you are now and always were a mummified undead fly permanently stuck in infinite colourless nonreal spacetime amber. despite several large white blocks changing state within this floating mindless vessel of dereliction there's always nothing but nothing whatsoever happening here and so will there ever be; the profoundly unprofund uselessness of an infinitely solid yet completely hollow space bulk - an eternal fatalist block universe unmoving purposeless and 'infunctional' utterly deterministic - a parmenidean nightmare some random lifeless annihilation existing forever and whose only meaning is that it has none the darkly resonant cry of its organless organs is that of an empty virtual cathedral dedicated to nothing but itself for no reason. consider the voice of vamana one big silent open throat that cannot scream and leads nowhere - forever // republic of bob