REASSEMBLE YOURSELF
WRITING IT DOWN IN DETAILS. FROM WHERE IT ORIGINATED, TO WHOM IT BELONGED, WHAT YEAR IT WAS CREATED. NOTES. PLAYING SUCH A GAME. FILLING LIFE WITH MEANING. CONSCIOUS MOTION IS DEVELOPMENT. MOTION IS EVOLUTION. ACTION IS EVOLUTION. A MOTIONLESS STATE IS DEVOLUTION, DEGRADATION. THE GAME OF DECONSTRUCTION.
THIS IS WHY IT IS IMPORTANT NOT TO BE IN A POSITION OF UNREASONABLE CHANGE BY AN OUTSIDE FORCE OF EVENTS. EVERYTHING SHOULD BE STRICTLY, CONSCIOUSLY CONTROLLED IN LIFE OF THE BEING. FOR IF THE BEING IS NOT IN CONTROL OF ITS OWN LIFE, OUTSIDE PROGRAMMED REALITY IS. THE POSITION OF THE OBSERVER IS A NATURAL POSITION. OBSERVING EVERYTHING FROM A RATIONAL VIEWPOINT.
THESE HISTORICAL REFERENCES, LINES, FOLKLORE, FORGOTTEN POETRY. I AM THE MASTER OF THESE LINES, UPWARD AND DOWNWARD, IN ANY DIRECTION, I AM WITHIN THEM AND OUTSIDE OF THEM. NOT WITHOUT A DEVASTATING FEELING. MOVING FORWARD, MOVING FURTHER TO COLLAPSE. ETERNAL NIGHTS ABOVE THOSE HOUSES. NOTHING LIVES THERE. NOTHING EXISTS ON THOSE STREETS.
NOT SO MENTAL, PARTS OF THEIRS ARE TRUTH AND HONEST HONESTY. REASSEMBLE YOURSELF UNTIL THERE IS NOTHING TO DIG INTO, NOTHING TO FIND, NOTHING TO BELIEVE IN, NOTHING TO REMEMBER OR TO FORGET. USE YOUR BODY AS A WEAPON. USE YOUR INSTRUMENT AS A RADICAL RESPONSE. IT HAD TO BE DONE. HAD TO BE WRITTEN. LAYERS OF WHISPERS ON TOP OF THESE WRITINGS.
ANY CONSCIOUS ACT HAS ITS CONSEQUENCE. ANY MEANING IS PRODUCED BY THE ACT. I AM AN ACTOR. ANY CHILD IS AN ACTOR. FROZEN IN TIME IMAGES ON THE MIND I CANNOT REVEAL, CANNOT EXPRESS, NEITHER SPILL OUT, NOR BURY THEM. BURIED MYSELF IN THE OLDER DEFINITIONS OF THE SURROUNDING SIGNS. SEEING VISIONS OF MY UNDERWORLD, BLACK CATS, CARDS ON THE FLOOR, TALKING TO SOMETHING I KNEW CENTURIES AGO.
THE OLD PART OR A SIGN REVEALS ITSELF, SHOWS BEFORE MY NAKED, FRAGILE GAZE. I FEEL IT AND BELIEVE THAT I HAVE SPOKEN TO MY OLDEST SHADOW, LONG AGO FADED. SUDDENLY I AM WHERE I USED TO BE MY WHOLE EXISTENCE, WHICH HAS NO BEGINNING AND NO END, ENDED UP SITTING ON THE FLOOR, CHANTING, NAKED BEFORE MY ENEMY, THAT IS, MY OLDEST SHADOW, A SIGN, A REFERENCE, A REMINDER, A NOSTALGIC SHOCKWAVE.
SITTING STILL AND NEVER MOVING ANYWHERE, TALKING TO MYSELF ABOUT THE DANGER OF THE CURRENT SURROUNDINGS, FELINE BITES, THE THIRST FOR LIFE AND LIVING BODY. THERE IS A LITTLE PIECE OF PLEASURE EVEN IN THE DECAY OF MORTAL MEAT THAT STILL LIVES AND BREATHES, WALKS AND HAS ITS HOPE. THE BEAUTY OF FIXATION ON A PART THAT IS IMMORTAL. I AGAIN, HERE AND NOW, REVEALED TO MYSELF ALL MY STATES AND FEARS, SUFFERINGS AND CRIES
BURIED THEM, BURIED MY BONES, THE REMNANTS OF MY OLD SHADOW. NOT MINE ANYMORE. IN ANY NEW PLACE, IN ANY NEW CASTLE I BUILT, I CREATED. I AM THE NEW FIGURE, NEVER SEEN BEFORE, UNREFLECTED, FORMLESS AND OF ALL THE FORMS CONSISTING, MINDLESS AND MINDFUL, EMPTINESS AND FULFILLMENT. TODAY, NOW, BEFORE AND TOMORROW.
EVERY TIME A CREATURE LEAVES ITS OLD FLESH, IT IS BEING NULLIFIED. THE SCIENCE I AM TODAY. HOLD DINOYA'S IMAGE IN THE HEADS OF YOURS, AND YOU WILL BE SAVED, IF SO YOU DESIRE.
DINOYA 14/10/22 - 22/10/22
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