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Where the real world changes into simple images, the simple images become real beings and effective motivations of hypnotic behavior. The spectacle, as a tendency to make one see the world by means of various specialized mediations (it can no longer be grasped directly), naturally finds vision to be the privileged human sense which the sense of touch was for other epochs; the most abstract, the most mystifiable sense corresponds to the generalized abstraction of present-day society. But the spectacle is not identifiable with mere gazing, even combined with hearing. It is that which escapes the activity of men, that which escapes reconsideration and correction by their work. It is the opposite of dialogue. Wherever there is independent representation, the spectacle reconstitutes itself.

Call it histrionic?

Well, there it is

Wednesday.  One month ago I made a promise and nothing has changed yet.  Everything I said would be done has not happened.

I see no sign of change.

Instead, I give a Haiku:

One, two three four five
Six seven, eight nine and ten.
Insert word in here.

You should not stay

The world is a roller coaster. Everything revolves around a circle of sorts and in that, everything is contained.

Scientific matter condensed into an ordinary shape; the complexity of the universe spread into a line, with the ends connected--boom. Say hello to infinity.

Say hello to improbable possibility.

Say hello to letting you leave.

Some might consider it being left handed, others will argue that she in fact was a gadabout, but me, I'm certain. She never said goodbye. I'm certain. But in that, things just sort of turned out to be different.

Things just sort of transformed into a powerful pretense of false ideologies. It happens, it does and you know it. Arrow after arrow, shot after shot. Now it comes to this, a looking glass and a mirror.

A shadow splashed on a wall. Drowned in cheap bourbon. Just promise me you will look after her. Its not asking much.