Jan 07 25
The morning is atypically foggy. From our parked car we can see a modest cooling tower type structure billowing thick rolls of steam. Through the dirt dusted windshield we watch the two vapors contrast and merge. The steam is slightly darker than the atmospheric mist that surrounds it. The steam has a kind of belching violence, whereas the haze is soft and floats gently like transilluminated cotton.
It feels like we are watching some sort of philosophic principle being literalized. We are definitely witnessing a process — but a literalized principle, that doesn’t really make much sense. But then, what are principles and thoughts? Foggy compromises, that have a sense of being useful abbreviations, but are likely dilutions. Cognition vapors that recursively grope to impose temporal order on endless reaction-diffusions?
In the evening we took one of the dogs on an unintentionally long walk. The streets were mostly empty; the only sound being our footfall, the subdued jingle of the dog collar, and the muffled rumble of a distant highway. Without knowing it, we ended up at a weird row of houses that the Disney company owns (we had heard of them but had never been). They are “weird” because they are kept empty, but are totally normal looking. They’re not like quoted normal, so that they stand out, but genuinely average looking — lackluster lawns, unremarkable paint colors. They are just basic suburban houses situated amidst a neighborhood of similar homes that are lived in. They are like well camouflaged imposters.
In each house a single room is lit; the rest are dark. The window coverings, like the houses themselves, differ but to the same opaque effect. There are no cars in any of the driveways. It feels uncomfortable, but we are not sure why; the only reasons that come to mind are fantastical and silly. Maybe we are uncomfortable generally and simply imposing our mood on some stuff; if so where does such a process end? (Our pataphysics degree is wearing thin.)
It feels like we are watching some sort of philosophic principle being literalized. We are definitely witnessing a process — but a literalized principle, that doesn’t really make much sense. But then, what are principles and thoughts? Foggy compromises, that have a sense of being useful abbreviations, but are likely dilutions. Cognition vapors that recursively grope to impose temporal order on endless reaction-diffusions?
In the evening we took one of the dogs on an unintentionally long walk. The streets were mostly empty; the only sound being our footfall, the subdued jingle of the dog collar, and the muffled rumble of a distant highway. Without knowing it, we ended up at a weird row of houses that the Disney company owns (we had heard of them but had never been). They are “weird” because they are kept empty, but are totally normal looking. They’re not like quoted normal, so that they stand out, but genuinely average looking — lackluster lawns, unremarkable paint colors. They are just basic suburban houses situated amidst a neighborhood of similar homes that are lived in. They are like well camouflaged imposters.
In each house a single room is lit; the rest are dark. The window coverings, like the houses themselves, differ but to the same opaque effect. There are no cars in any of the driveways. It feels uncomfortable, but we are not sure why; the only reasons that come to mind are fantastical and silly. Maybe we are uncomfortable generally and simply imposing our mood on some stuff; if so where does such a process end? (Our pataphysics degree is wearing thin.)