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(MIND) GAP
diagrams for a film project
[6/16/2007]
This story is about a boy, who in search for the meaning of life, goes through a rigorous adventure of near death. Only to realize in the end, that all his assumptions were false, and that this thing he was looking for doesn’t exist. It is about a pro-longed sense of reality shattering, due to his awakening of senses. A detailed experience of losing his reality and jumping into another one. A reality lost, but only to find another waiting right next door.
The journey starts with the moment he loses to control a decision. A simple action is made, and the consequences will haunt for the rest of his life. It will affect the very way he sees his world (reality) and the environment mutates into to a state of fear, schizophrenia and disequilibrium. Everything chaotic, the only way to gain control is to fabricate an alter-reality. An assumption of world order that is controllable to him, and perhaps only him.
In the beginning, without realizing, the only thing that has changed is the virtual reality of his mind. He adopts a different way of seeing the world. A cynical, skeptic and negative reality: he questions everything he sees and criticism is his only way of survival. How else does he find meaning to being confined in a body? A physical body so restricted that what develops is his virtual self. The pain comes from trying to express his virtuality into the physical world, his phantasm, dreams and nightmares that should only remain in his deepest psycho-thoughts.
But somehow there is a rupture, in-between the different realities. It was the initial losing of control, and simple shift in action that allows for a slit to open. An orifice that connects the two worlds. It is a portal into another level. His curiosity doesn’t allow him to ignore it. The darkness is so bright; his eyes are struck with the force of seduction. This open labia is so slippery, a slight movement into it sucks him completely right through. In a matter of blinks, he is already here. Here and now is a state of vibratory reality. Oscillating between multiple states (of mind). Deterritorializing and territorializing is the protocol of real-time behaviors. Nothing is stable, everything dissipates only to accumulate again; somewhere else, something else.
It’s not with a lot of resistance, he is back here again. His dreams and his physical realities are starting to blur, and there exist no sense of time and space. Everything is lost and deformed. He actually forgets that things are changing. His mind is changing, in his own sphere of a bubble. A bubble so immense in sensations, it dictates his relationships with his physical environment. He is able to disguise himself though. Almost nobody notices his bubble-suit, except for his closest beings. I will get back to this intimacy a little later, but first I must explain how his bubble is fed with his fantasies and dreams with the expectations that one day it will pop to liberate him. The bubble is almost a parasitical avatar, attached to his body. To give him the illusion that he is actually outside of this body, and as long as the bubble is maintained, his body is safe. Sub-consciously, somewhere in the lost memories, he does realize that the only thing confining him is actually this self-fabricated bubble.
Bubbles are filled with void. It is an empty infinite. It is the darkest transparency. It is invisible to others, sometimes invisible to him as well. It is an exoskeleton composed of non-matter; only thoughts, attitudes and correspondences. He is completely unaware of this, but he feeds off its weird sometimes awkward fruits. He calls them inspirations. Sometimes he calls them confusions....
[6/16/2007]
This story is about a boy, who in search for the meaning of life, goes through a rigorous adventure of near death. Only to realize in the end, that all his assumptions were false, and that this thing he was looking for doesn’t exist. It is about a pro-longed sense of reality shattering, due to his awakening of senses. A detailed experience of losing his reality and jumping into another one. A reality lost, but only to find another waiting right next door.
The journey starts with the moment he loses to control a decision. A simple action is made, and the consequences will haunt for the rest of his life. It will affect the very way he sees his world (reality) and the environment mutates into to a state of fear, schizophrenia and disequilibrium. Everything chaotic, the only way to gain control is to fabricate an alter-reality. An assumption of world order that is controllable to him, and perhaps only him.
In the beginning, without realizing, the only thing that has changed is the virtual reality of his mind. He adopts a different way of seeing the world. A cynical, skeptic and negative reality: he questions everything he sees and criticism is his only way of survival. How else does he find meaning to being confined in a body? A physical body so restricted that what develops is his virtual self. The pain comes from trying to express his virtuality into the physical world, his phantasm, dreams and nightmares that should only remain in his deepest psycho-thoughts.
But somehow there is a rupture, in-between the different realities. It was the initial losing of control, and simple shift in action that allows for a slit to open. An orifice that connects the two worlds. It is a portal into another level. His curiosity doesn’t allow him to ignore it. The darkness is so bright; his eyes are struck with the force of seduction. This open labia is so slippery, a slight movement into it sucks him completely right through. In a matter of blinks, he is already here. Here and now is a state of vibratory reality. Oscillating between multiple states (of mind). Deterritorializing and territorializing is the protocol of real-time behaviors. Nothing is stable, everything dissipates only to accumulate again; somewhere else, something else.
It’s not with a lot of resistance, he is back here again. His dreams and his physical realities are starting to blur, and there exist no sense of time and space. Everything is lost and deformed. He actually forgets that things are changing. His mind is changing, in his own sphere of a bubble. A bubble so immense in sensations, it dictates his relationships with his physical environment. He is able to disguise himself though. Almost nobody notices his bubble-suit, except for his closest beings. I will get back to this intimacy a little later, but first I must explain how his bubble is fed with his fantasies and dreams with the expectations that one day it will pop to liberate him. The bubble is almost a parasitical avatar, attached to his body. To give him the illusion that he is actually outside of this body, and as long as the bubble is maintained, his body is safe. Sub-consciously, somewhere in the lost memories, he does realize that the only thing confining him is actually this self-fabricated bubble.
Bubbles are filled with void. It is an empty infinite. It is the darkest transparency. It is invisible to others, sometimes invisible to him as well. It is an exoskeleton composed of non-matter; only thoughts, attitudes and correspondences. He is completely unaware of this, but he feeds off its weird sometimes awkward fruits. He calls them inspirations. Sometimes he calls them confusions....
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