mandag den 15. januar 2018

writing: LV

"God knows you've tried, but you can't let go of what you used to have. From the people to the little comforts that made your everyday aboveground pleasant and so easy compared to this. You don't feel there is anything wrong with clinging to those memories although some people certainly like to blame you for it. You just want to see the sun again! Humanity wasn't made to live in the dark!"

"As a servant of the morrow, you do not let yourself be chained in grief and inaction because of things that happened in the past. Instead you work hard and with determination to improve the future for your community and for those you love. This drives your research, where you are meticulous and calculating, yet daring in your theories that usually go further than those of your colleagues. You strongly believe scientific discoveries will be instrumental in leading the way forward for humanity, and as such, one must have the courage to go where the evidence points."

"You don't believe in nourishing dangerous fictions with empty promises that everything will be okay, and you don't have a whole lot of fucks to give about ancient emotional hang-ups that keep people from doing their part. You aren't here to make sure everyone feels "nice", you're here to make sure the barely functioning machine that is the budding society of Thermopylae is well-oiled and that all the parts are running at maximum effort. So when someone from SURFOP is freaking out, putting their team in danger  by making shoddy, emotionally charged decisions out of fear or anger or whatever, you are the one who're sent in to teach them to calm the fuck down." 

torsdag den 4. januar 2018

Life hacks #2

Do you also find social media tiresome and emotionally exhausting? Scroll through the feeds just before bedtime to convince your body to give in quicker to the near-death-experience that is sleep.

Lonely? Aquire a radio. The incessantly blabbering voices will trick your mind into thinking you have company, and you help prolong the unnatural lifespan of an outdated, but culturally significant medium of mass communication.

a well-made blazer will make any outfit look professional.

Rethink your anxiety attacks. Anxiety embraces are ice cold, adrenaline-filled hugs. At least something is touching you, even if it is just your own ultimate failure to function. It's been so long.

Are your current worries eating you up? New, more time-sensitive worries make for the perfect distraction!

for an added spicy touch and to escape the sense that every movement you make is just a part of the repition of an endless pattern of pointless biology, whenever you make love, imagine that the sun is burning out and that the destruction of all life as we know it has begun with the crackling opening of the skies and the screams of fleeing masses running through the city about to be swallowed by the earth. Feel free to share this fantasy with your partner. Secretly, we all want to be chosen last - it's the perfect non-committal romance for the post-obligational society.

Life hacks #1

onsdag den 3. januar 2018

"Blinking brings memories of your wide-open eyes and fear now has the form of your frown."

Darkened, double-eyed, skin against skin, and the faint, postponed breaths of the starving still drawing life. Lay me in water. 

søndag den 31. december 2017

They've gone up into the mountains and built a city that stretches into the clouds. Any stranger who begins the climb will be shot before they get very far. But then we get the news that their leader has been killed. It's very cold, and they must be starving, the old people and the children huddled up in blankets up there. We invade. We bring the future. The future is for the women and those that do good. So we kill them when we find them, men of the past and old women so weathered by hardships they've forgotten how to be soft. Only those who can argue well that they have a place in the kingdoms of tomorrow are left alive and allowed to leave over the ocean.

We judge them worthy by their arguments, and let the Northern Wind live, as he declares himself shaped by Modernity, a figure of speech as much as an old force of nature. It would turn out to be a mistake, of course.

mandag den 11. december 2017

I'll kidnap you

and take you to the amnesia island

where we can live happily ever after

in ignorance.


lørdag den 9. december 2017

The week that went

two bouquets of white flowers: roses and cloves.
lounging about in a fox fur and nothing else.
radical feminist manifesto performed by theatre students wearing hazmat suits.
work-wine balance, understanding photographs (momentality reappears), a book about flesh.
revolutionary contortions of impressive technical quality but lacking thematic originality. surely we can think of some new, non-french, non-communist ways to destroy society?
the quality of liquefied light.
memes about death or the death-drive or just the general human condition of persistent anxiety.
waking up several times between four and five in the morning having dreamt, for instance, that you were grieving deeply over a loved one and i couldn't do anything to comfort you.
sitting in bright lights saying things about fiction and the difference between women and lamps.
heavily objectifying friends.
smoking about nine cigarettes.
writing.
eating.
editing.
sitting in the shower concentrating deeply on not existing in the present.

my hands are always cold



lørdag den 25. november 2017

tired little wanderings in weathered memory palace gardens
can I keep the keys?
suddenly finding yourself somewhere very calm, and the way the air turns crisp when it's cold like certain apples
softness
waking up many times in the night to readjust your understanding of reality

Recently I woke up and had forgotten who you were. Everything was new, it was the early still darkness of the coming day, and I spent several moments not knowing. I didn't know anything else either, nor myself, but it was your presence that pricked. It's a strange feeling, being so clean. Love came to me first. Not because that was the most authentic part of our relation. Perhaps it was simply something I'd dreamt? It was lucky, anyway.

I have a cold, and I'm summoning smells: candle light, melting butter, your skin post-sex.

From Friday I'll be working with frozen moments. Of course, in reality mornings like that one - the fourth time I open my eyes during five hours of uneasy rest to shift the connections of our skin - the taste of happiness in a dream of doing something which usually frightens - the creaking of wood as I walk over the floors of an emptying hall to say goodbye to people I love not for no reason - are more complex that what can be captured visually. But it's remembering that's the trick. Building rooms to visit later, with the tapestry of precious details.