# when fragments are all you get morning in bed with a stinking hangover after last night's single glass of cheap red wine in which one imagined as one must other researchers asking vitally interested questions about one's artwork that is art-as-work actively wanting to know more nodding with understanding cozy smug electro-cultists as one answers in a casual off the wall manner smiling warmly with zesty wit buoyant charm and daring intellectual panache in which they fawn saying oh henry do tell us more one imagines spitting forth that slick well practiced sci fi jive all in order to meet alternative literature cyberpunks with nerdy glasses haha no you dolt staggering out of one's stink bed to stare blankly out the bedroom window at what must be the most depressing day of the entire year a layer of damp sackcloth thrown over the pale sunless faces of miserable looking professional misers lone figures with horizontal rain skies hanging over them grey as the inert concrete soul of londonium the key definition of bleak current relevance of holographic psycho geography as found in observational civilisation's vanishing point now looking forward to vast biopsychedelic hyperfuturist dreaming the impossibly ancient past engaging in collective ahistorical immaterialism becomes a critical exercise in times of planetary scale spiritual crisis also known as the dire state of modem scientific mind a mixing of organic time nodes of cause and effect that eventually fuse in a melange or spice of multiple simultaneous post historical re determinations necessarily anti-methodological features of atemporal biopsychic effects of 'project' old thin pale lies such as progress quickly dispensed with events seen as interconnected implicated implied in each other or as henry swanson campus based researcher of 'big science' puts it on ir classic armchair philosophy tshirt on sale now from bsz hypercorporation quote: 'everything as a literal metaphor for everything else' // republic of bob