yea so i just read ted chiangs short story ;story of your lif’ and it made me cry and has deeply affected me it is so good. I think i am in love with language, and how the language limits not only our communication but the way we think decide things, the affect of our body on the world. theres a part where she describes this
everything happening at once, instead of time being the billowing behind us like the ash pillar at the end of the cig, the present being combustion, we are in the middle of two unceasing pillars of ash, and there is no combustion. the past is parellel to the future. She talks about the book of ages, a concept that imagines a book that has every single event written down in it that has happened or will ever happen. The paridoxical nature of reading from it, how knowing the future and still performing the script and saying yes to it, ugh i love it.
particals behave differently when they’re observed?! omg
but yea this has conencided with my first experiments in the salt growing, and i didnt really know what forms it would take and just did random letters but now i know what i am gonna do: write out the poem again, but with the letters out of sequence and all at once in a massive pile in the center of the room. that is what i will do.
