pathless path http://www.alansondheim.org/path21.jpg https://youtu.be/H77EeGTo8yg http://www.alansondheim.org/path22.jpg In 2002 I walked this path and integrated this path with another path; one was coded against another, neither was coded; visually, each was parasitic upon or within the other; one might say nature/culture but the vector belies this, undermines this; as if there were a cavern and one might think the cavern itself embraces the intermittent term, something beneath the logical aspects of the movement. for the movement, the vector, is a thing, or rather the interiority of what became a naming and a skeletal presentation utilizing the framework or symbolic dressing of thing, to the extent that even a variable is bound typographically by a problematic specificity that allows us to believe we're grasping the ungraspable. Now, even with the signs towards the end of things, I have no idea where I was or where I was going; I dimly remember for example, walking a path along which there might have been an Everglades kite present high above, but I don't carry this, nor do I carry the image of the vehicle which I am driving also among the same paths of the same region, somewhere in the west of Miami, somewhere among the borderlands. Now, Miami inundates these and the roughness here is further destroyed by fertilizer, pollution, population, development, to the extent that the parasitic exceeds any possible symbol, overflows the symbolic, becomes sludge or indeterminate flow, a kind of endemic epidemic grit that threatens this and every other ecosystem. Even the equations are suspect in this vision; the symbols are roughened as this rough world would have them; the path appears to end where the hummocks begin; one can't tell for sure, and my memory fails me, as if memory would be a form of recompense (i.e. "I was there" which is meaningless in this context. The parasitic operates upon itself as Ouroboros; it devours and only by its sheen does it absorb and bother the clean and proper bodies which are about to be annihilated. In this sense and in the sense of our knowledge now of the world, every god is a parasite, every religion, every element of the numinous that detracts from the everyday where we witness the dissolution of clean food, water, air, or even the mildest sense of peacefulness. The parasitic now travels within the very wires and transmissions it corrodes; what appears clear in email or the symbolic is in fact only the endpoints of an inconceivable loss of clarity. Such a loss is gathered here as well, in a text which is textless, a landscape which is doubled and obliterated, and for me the thought of elder or elegiac memories which are constantly unraveling, and which have always been unraveled. I have thought about this and thought about even the presence, thin as a pixel, of this files which pretends to movement, memory, sign, symbol, message. I have thought about this precisely as such thought tends towards the dissolution from which it came, and to which it is going. But more than that, it is the dissolution which has always existed within and without it, thought and appearance of a file, it is, in a sense, the roiling of a fractal which never resolves back into clarity, never was clear, and never had clarity in the first, last, and indeterminate places from which it never arose. _______________________________________________ NetBehaviour mailing list NetBehaviour@lists.netbehaviour.org https://lists.netbehaviour.org/mailman/listinfo/netbehaviour