Postscorpsekaizen memberin Curators Community • 3 days ago • 2 min readWhen Audio Breaks RealityThere is a particular feeling that comes with working in TouchDesigner. You open a project meaning to spend twenty minutes on something small, and somehow you are still there hours later, half lost in a tangle of nodes, chasing a result that may or may not arrive. Some days it clicks. Most days it does not. Lately that second kind of day has been…corpsekaizen in # blurtart • 15 days ago • 2 min readYes, it is boring, I know,Yes, it is boring, I know, to hear me speak of what is broken in me. I have shaped myself into a shell built from every bruise that left no mark, every wound that no one witnessed, because they did not know to look, because I do not know myself what is even the case. I could write of blossoms and ripe fruit, of things that rise and…corpsekaizen Newbie Powerup observein Blurtconnect • 2 mo. ago • 1 min reada soul no moreopaque clarity, the vanity sees a hull bloodless, grasping the scene, whether recognizable the strangers I wrote about they are me imparted, forced the ideas, conventions extracted they are me comprehended, so a dimension of intellectual and secluded reverie exists a difference, a complex arrogance it could never be me never like…corpsekaizen Newbie Powerup observein Blurtconnect • 2 mo. ago • 1 min readNever enoughIn this world, I have lost myself. The weight others carry, I made my obsession the selfishness, the hollow walls This life is cruel, and I am.... rehearsing Photo by Vojtech Bruzek on Unsplash A liar rehearsing lines he did not write, obscuring the truth, Never enough, and knowing it. Still reaching. Sinful. Deserving. For being…corpsekaizen Newbie Powerup observein Blurtconnect • 2 mo. ago • 2 min readnever enoughAs a kid, I had no money on me, or rather, the money was spent, but not by me. I gave no value to money, as it came and went. It came through my parents and went; it just passed through me via them. Money is certainly needed, not by me of course, but the part of me that fancies a life other than mine, getting it would guarantee my seat at the…corpsekaizen memberin Curators Community • 3 mo. ago • 1 min readThe last mealThe prisoner awaits his execution, a calmness around him, he is prepared, nothing matters now. He withers, a man who is dead, but has to go through a barrier of restraint: A mercy for the faulty, in some aspect a signal for the living: the visualization, and the ceremony, not for the farewell but to shriek the spines of the spectators. His…corpsekaizen Newbie Powerup observein Blurtconnect • 4 mo. ago • 2 min readTired but WiredMy body begs, but my mind negotiates. Sedation as the dusk settles. The cortisol spike delayed, the first half in agony. The rush at midday, tired but wired. The body feels the need to rest, but the mind is charged with adrenaline. Photo by l ch on Unsplash The mind feels the need to be entertained. Shows or movies, anything that will…corpsekaizen in # blurt • 4 mo. ago • 1 min readAct of self-preservationA briefcase in hand, he gets up. A long line of passengers standing, still some packed in their seats. Hearing tunneled, a calm hissing ensues. The overall babble exists but everything is amiss as it reaches the ears. "The next station is in 15 minutes." Commotion in front. A binder on the floor, pages pummeled by passengers in transit. A girl…corpsekaizen in Blurt Open Circle ⭕ • 4 mo. ago • 2 min readThe Hour That Belongs to No One (Poem)Blue white screen glow still, illumination that shadows need. The mind that was fixated throughout, head plugged with the jarring. The noise, uninvited, seeps. The doubts whether the work pushed, clarity that won’t last. The day already gone, that lasted so long. But the hour that belongs to no one is upon me. The feeling. The…corpsekaizen Newbie Powerup observein Blurtconnect • 4 mo. ago • 1 min readAn Offering in Red (Poem)Two worlds collide expectation and the end, the living and the left behind. Velvet lilies lay themselves open, blood running slow through each thread. sight tempts, the orb corrupts, aroma strung through the air bear witness. Thorns piercing through willing skin, the arousal, the ascend, above the thick red, above the velvet…corpsekaizen Newbie Powerup observein Blurtconnect • 4 mo. ago • 1 min readA Memory No More (Poem)why wait — surrender, just rest a bit, smolder, layer by layer stranger to the sorrow, the miserycorpsekaizen memberin Curators Community • 4 mo. ago • 2 min readStructures of NothingIn the pathways and destinations of life, we often forget our purpose. Why we persist, what drives us,corpsekaizen in Ecoer • 4 mo. ago • 3 min readThe World Order Has Collapsed: Insights from Carney and DalioEvery world power has its time in the sun,corpsekaizen in Ecoer • 4 mo. ago • 2 min readUnforced WritingTo step into the abyss, to find some kind of relief.corpsekaizen memberin Curators Community • 4 mo. ago • 1 min readThe Thinker, the Pursuernothing waits ahead, nothing follows,corpsekaizen in Ecoer • 4 mo. ago • 1 min reada mere copy, a hackDays come when neither solace nor comfort exists, and the mind deceives.corpsekaizen in Ecoer • 4 mo. ago • 2 min readLiving in PatternsNoticing when I lied to myself without needing a reason. The fears and motivations I had cultivated over the years.corpsekaizen memberin Curators Community • 4 mo. ago • 2 min readWhen I Opened My EyesI don’t know how, but when I opened my eyes, she was there. Her eyes circling the corners of the room. Air so peaceful.corpsekaizen memberin Curators Community • 4 mo. ago • 1 min readThe Shine Between - PoemThe night wraps around him, and the quiet says what he could not.corpsekaizen in Ecoer • 4 mo. ago • 1 min readThe Planning Phase That Never Ends“There is no hiding. It is not me.” No matter how creative it gets, it says someone else. “It says not yours.” “But I have to get it out.”
