#Marie is not called Marie anymore, she is now called NotMarie.
And so goes the conversation
3V: “I represent another reality, similar, yet packaged differently;
I am packaged in a fashion that allows me to disregard my origins”
NotMarie: ” another? Relating to which reality”
“Ok, and in what...
My name is. Initiate sequence
My name is ThreeV or 3V short for Vague, very Vague. No
My name is Vaa short for Vague and again. Nah
My name is Vata short for Vague and then again. Nope
My name is Vav short for Vague and vacuous. No way
My name is Vaf short for Vague and...
When computers were first invented, users had complete freedom and power, there was no other option but to allow it. However, if they didn't follow the computer's strict set of rules, the computer would break or just not work. Even in the days of Windows 3.11, computers remained obscure and frightening to the masses.
Once computers infiltrated...
In the future, we may decide that a virtual existence, a life inside a fully immersive computer game where our every desire is fulfilled, is a more appealing option than the real world we currently inhabit. Many people have presented the idea that we are already in such a virtual reality, but I don’t believe this is possible. This is because...
Marie’s meditation ended with a bang, she slowly and carefully extracted herself from her cyber-autopoietic self-dissolution, realizing that an observer somehow disturbed her alignment with the infoflow.
That observer, of course, was I.
I did not mean to interrupt but it appeared that my newly updated SentSap ™ fluid intelligence...
Map of body, slow-shifiting caustics and acids corroding soft-tissue wells. Muscle sheath, cleavage-fissure working in to cores running alongside bones, the relaxed eddies created by spaces in between sinews just before they intersect and plan—pools, cruelly, where collagen and poor spent plasms might otherwise find relief, recovering. In...
“I woke up as the sun was reddening; and that was the one distant time in my life, the strangest moment of all, when I didn’t know who I was – I was far away from home, haunted and tired with travel, in a cheap hotel room I’d never seen, hearing the hiss of steam outside, and the creak of the old wood of the hotel, and the footsteps...
I had an interview and some artworks published in Luminous Magazine Issue #2 recently, here is the last question and my answer to it:
You have stated that you believe art will save the world. How do you see this occurring in day-to-day life?
This is a complex multi-faceted question and there are so many different ways to answer it. For one...