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Too much. Not enough. Too forward. Probably, not enough. Every last detail. Some shit you should not even be concerned with. Engineered. Forever spent. Searching. Not entirely sure what for yet. But I might find it. Design as a language. How can I communicate what I want without saying anything at all? I have never been the greatest at talking. Sick. Form of communication. To stand the test of time. Set the stage. You have too, this is ground level. World-building. Everyone is watching. At some point. In my head or otherwise. So it seems. What comes next? Everything must be inline. Everything comes back around. Still the same. Will I find what I am looking for? Sometimes it feels like it has already come and gone. Another fleeting moment. Little bit of a tangent. But that is almost everything. But not in this case, as there is still some more. Only whats real. Highly influenced by whats not. But that is almost everything. To spend a life questioning or taking action. Still to be stuck. Everything comes back again. Design as a language, or a means to an end? Sometimes I think about how there almost was an end, no one tells you what to do after. But there was never anything to be told in the first place. What was it for? A lot of it was all in my head. Still searching. On the side. Designing art. We are making nothing into something. How it goes. Every step. And back again. High respects. At every level. Endless contemplation (still). Can anything ever be complete? If I could tell you what I was looking for, or that I already found it. Would it change anything? Sick. The plan. The motive. A means to an end, and effective communication. “It will all make sense in five years” - Coin, 2024. Definitely still insane. But whatever.
March, 2025
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