Jul 16 24
We are half-seated, half-laying on a concrete slope of the LA river. The scene is relatively still except for the sound of a small, solitary standing wave intermittently building and collapsing. It seems that this stationary, aqueous ruffling is being caused by a collection of colorful trash, mostly what appear to be firework husks, gathered around a branch caught up in some hidden rocks.
Above this peripheral drama/phenomena, in wild and wyrd contrast, the sun is doing its routine rage — hotly seated in that offensively cloudless field of irreconcilably specific blue — a primordial doubloon.
At the water line, is a small-ish white crane-type bird — presumably hunting (whether carnivore, herbivore, or both). Its feet are bright yellow and mildly puffy, almost like it’s wearing foot gloves made of rubber — combined with the consistent jerkiness of its head — it seems to have a humorous demeanor. But of course it is not humorous, not hardly.
Humans are incapable of understanding the complexity of any situation beyond a certain point; as well, we can’t help but see the world from a wholly human perspective, only able to utilize human-based equipment (whether physical or psycho-semiological and bound by a perceptive structure of something like focus, periphery and pattern recognition) and (perhaps terrifyingly) we are surrounded by nearly infinite variables and thus subject to constant, unforeseeable outcomes.
This condition though, is almost never admitted. From our perspective this absence calls into question the verity of almost all assertions.
Instead of acknowledging cognitive/conceptual/predictive deficiency, humans almost always, camouflage their imprecision, fragility and vulnerability with a false, bullish confidence. Such deceptive, pusillanimous spuriousness seems to be reaching a saturation point in this era.
Above this peripheral drama/phenomena, in wild and wyrd contrast, the sun is doing its routine rage — hotly seated in that offensively cloudless field of irreconcilably specific blue — a primordial doubloon.
At the water line, is a small-ish white crane-type bird — presumably hunting (whether carnivore, herbivore, or both). Its feet are bright yellow and mildly puffy, almost like it’s wearing foot gloves made of rubber — combined with the consistent jerkiness of its head — it seems to have a humorous demeanor. But of course it is not humorous, not hardly.
Humans are incapable of understanding the complexity of any situation beyond a certain point; as well, we can’t help but see the world from a wholly human perspective, only able to utilize human-based equipment (whether physical or psycho-semiological and bound by a perceptive structure of something like focus, periphery and pattern recognition) and (perhaps terrifyingly) we are surrounded by nearly infinite variables and thus subject to constant, unforeseeable outcomes.
This condition though, is almost never admitted. From our perspective this absence calls into question the verity of almost all assertions.
Instead of acknowledging cognitive/conceptual/predictive deficiency, humans almost always, camouflage their imprecision, fragility and vulnerability with a false, bullish confidence. Such deceptive, pusillanimous spuriousness seems to be reaching a saturation point in this era.