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I was thinking… 0

…about degradation, obfuscation and endless levels of duplication being key to the process, but ultimately just means. thematically it’s an analogy to the human experience. we move through our lives, collect experiences / memories, the process of time continually distorts our perception and thus relationship to this ephemera, altering it into something wholly other than what it originally was. fundamentally, the contents never change, but the vessel that surrounds it and gives it shape continually changes. this is the crux i suppose, attempting to capture that idea in sound and vision…

My time in college 0

Catharsis 0


There are no more barriers to cross. All I have in common with the uncontrollable and the insane, the vicious and the evil, all the mayhem I have caused and my utter indifference toward it I have now surpassed. My pain is constant and sharp and I do not hope for a better world for anyone, in fact I want my pain to be inflicted on others. I want no one to escape, but even after admitting this there is no catharsis, my punishment continues to elude me and I gain no deeper knowledge of myself; no new knowledge can be extracted from my telling. This confession has meant nothing.

American Psycho