And so… amidst the Chaos, I write within its turbulence, like a calm with the STORM… finding solace in this primordial writing space, around which are the resonances + ground up fragmentation + particles of the MEDIA FLOW. That Flow never ceases, ALWAYS ON, IN THE EVER-PRESENT-PRESENT OF RIGHT NOW. BUT INSIDE OF THE TORRENT I keep on writing in the sweeping granulation of it all. The Chaos swirls all around oblivious to everything in its path. But I must SAY: I really don’t care one bit because this writing space is clearly like a dream, I become hypnotized. I become mesmerized, I take flight in the awesome sweep of the particalization of digital material colliding and smashing itself into tiny fragments that can only be measured in milliseconds and sample rates, the digital measurements of a once invisible world that surfaces in this rendering…

I find DUE DILIGENCE in the various approaches to writing. Writing not just as an exercise in the documentation of private thoughts, but writing as a process of live broadcasted performance between “me” and “you”… whoever, wherever you are. I don’t know, but no matter, what really counts is the ACT. The ACT of writing about writing in the moment of WRITING.