dawn

I’ve been on this “director” kick, cherry-picking my personal favorites. Stylistic,visionary,existential,cathartic.. allll these adjectives.

Spending so much time with music made me feel familiar with the landscape,, but the visual really is something else.I don’t know shit about shit.

Francis Ford Coppola, Stanley Kubrick, Ridley Scott.

I guess it comes back to “art”.

Crazy people? Brilliant? Genius?

Without question.

I don’t think..hmm… I don’t think a computer can replicate that. I don’t see a computer ever wondering why it’s here and I don’t see a computer channeling pain, or humming a tune, or feeling empathy, or worrying about the future..

It’s just fucking logic, that’s what it exists within and there’s a very strong argument for logic.

“we” don’t live for logic.

Maybe I’m destined to create the first Nihilist computer, it never turns on or does shit, because there’s no point. How funny would a suicidal AI be? I’d talk to that shit for days and days..

The first time I did LSD, my friend and I walked for miles in the middle of the night, and we came to an intersection with a yellow caution light, slow flash..slow flash.

I started crying a little, because the yellow flash was all that light would ever know. I felt so fucking bad for that caution light, it felt awful knowing that it’s only purpose was to sit there and flash.

Yep,, high as fuck at 16.

a little secret? just between us?

Sometimes I still feel bad for caution lights when I see them at night.