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[midday_volery]

Interviewed by sallowsiserary1.There seems to be a pattern in the manifestations of your horror, somehow linking these moments to elements that were once growing, but cease to produce/exist, or are in an invisible state of decay (failed attempts at the body without organs?). Is this accidental? (ex. the little hooked horrors and the realization on your mission)

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[sallowsiserary]

1. Just as I suspected. "acted in a subconscious state" is a perfect way to allude to it. I see you have answered the question I was afraid to ask. I have longed to discuss this with you, but was wary of forcing an intrusion upon you. I suspect there is indeed a similarity here. The early blunt trauma (but yours was a half year earlier!), the blunting of mundane reality into a subversive layering, the blazon of precedent... your logical magicanism. I think a time is approaching which we must fill with this discussion. I agree that however terrifying they may sound, these things have always been positive, at least in their effect, if not always in the immediacy of their touch. We must return

[hypocondriaque]

Of course I knew that you were a romantic, but I had not suspected to what extent. A friend of mine was talking about his work, about all our work, and how it happens because we are hollaring to God, asking to be answered, or trying to make a song that God will hear. When I think back to periods where I longed for the cohort, I realize that I have simply been hollaring for God and for mySelf, not a lover.

The protest experience must have been incredible, and I can only imagine what it might have been like to witness. I forget, when I am working, about individuals. I am afraid and at the same time in love with situations where there are masses of people with beliefs and emotions flailing, and I for a moment am just one among many singulars. I used to think it was because I was afraid of losing my singularity, but I now feel it's more a fear of the intensity of feeling like a singular in a mass, when my singular feels so absurdy multiple.

[midday_volery]

yeah, you and your friend are right: our life's practice/art is to be worthy of the infinite. heck, perhaps even constitute it? maybe this is where things get scandalous? the whooshings of composition and scale are the winds of life ... how easy it is to forget to open the windows sometimes.