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The Museum of Vestigial Desire


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What you see is not the only dimension. If you just manage to view the world more obliquely you might see something else.

This might seem obvious but visibility is a product of allegiance. Your pathway to destruction decides your mode of destruction.

Sources are holographic because they have multiple simultaneous channels of supply going on.

With simultaneous channels of supply, supply-chains get confused. They send something this way and something else that way. They do eventually remember and that too just in time so they go back and correct the consignments. But what this correction does is a layering of the narrative where none was needed.

When we receive the consignments, we can read more into them than we bargained for.

We can see the history of the error.

We see that first something else was coming our way and that there was a course correction. So we are able to sense a little bit of both, what we have and what we do not have.

When we have these two things in our hands, we feel nostalgic and well-fed at the same time. We feel nonchalant and busy at the same time. It is irrational to feel this way. Because in the same moment, we cannot pine and consume together.

Our consignment then enters the queue of the untouched, unopened consignments that gather dust because of the emotional distress of disconnection. We randomly feel both overcharged and over-nourished. We cannot deal with receiving more than we made space in our lives for. In order to receive we have to displace things before. We have to empty space. To empty space we have to chuck something out. To chuck anything out first we have to stop needing it. To deal with this we disengage with the whole world and then randomly chuck anything out.

We like to avoid choices.

Choices are wasteful.

Making choices is too much of a responsibility.

When we receive the two-faced consignment, we refuse to take on this responsibility, chuck out some entity randomly from our world and then grudgingly accept the consignment, never ever to touch it again.

These untouched consignments gather the ghosts of their unexpressed potentials around them and in their isolation spawn another world.

So we harbour a pocket of fertile, unexpressed tendencies in our world.

These tendencies go on to needle us constantly, frustrating us enough to deny them and try to believe that the holograph is dysfunctional, that it is actually only partially a holograph, that it functions only with one dimension at a time.

After the point of denial only an explosion catches our attention.

The explosion of the fertile pocket really forces us to pause and acknowledge it. The explosion wants us to not be able to go on in the same way, it wants to disrupt our flow and cause havoc.

But we do not do that, we check our selves for any damage and refuse to budge.

We insist on a monolithic, single-source world just to deny the existence of entities that remind us of a holograph we do not want to acknowledge.

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