I’ve been writing a short story in my head that takes place in a mostly vacant shopping mall. The kind where theaters show $2 movies. I spent a lot of time in places like that when I was little. For me they symbolize the primary-color consciousness of early childhood. …

I have a short piece in the latest edition of Strukturriss Journal. It’s run by a friend of mine — his page is here: http://thinkcontinuum.eu/. I’m into his aesthetic, it reminds me of David Tibet.

The Ghostchain, Geraldine Juárez’s great essay on NFTs, art, and “financial barbarism.”

If the age of ubiquitous, high-velocity communication hasn’t turned everyone into a philosopher, it’s at least turned us all into theorists — who can resist the urge to connect the dots? But of course it’s an exercise in control. The connective tissue holds nothing together but our own faces. Laruelle considers philosophy to be essentially a narcissistic enterprise, in that it turns the real world back on itself into the shape of something that can be looked at, reflected upon, absorbed in, and given over to mankind so it can be solicitous toward it.

“Everything living needs an atmosphere around itself, a mysterious orbit; if one takes this shell from it, if one condemns a religion, an art, a genius, to circle as a star without an atmosphere: one should no longer be surprised at the rapid withering, becoming hard and sterile. That’s the way it is with all great things ‘which never succeed without some delusion,’ as Hans Sachs says in the Meistersingers.”

Jean Louis, “Kasams” Last post for a while. I’ll be back.

Al DiMeola, “Short Tales of the Black Forest”

Fantômas, “Delìrium Còrdia”

The Sugarcubes, “Mama”