#postidentity

I am the image of myself, a volatile representation of my sensorial inputs. My body’s tailored lifeline, on the hand with which I decide my taste, my vibe, my self. I am the derivation of the walls that which contain me, the baby of the room that keeps me warm and safe, the emergence of the filters that sustain my senses, the essence of my idea of relevance, myself my own deliverance. I am in every moment instrumental, reiterations of reiterations of the contexts which curates me, that discerns what is relevant to me as me in the mass of irrelevant nonsense.

You are, imagined by the algorithms of my past experience, a non-person, defaced, a curiosity. Reality exotified, a liquid body in my kind hands, unreal behind our window. But the intersections of our walls initiates us, our overlapping algorithms let the nomads flee their gilded cage.

...flee into the vast sea outside our radar; Irrelevantism, the storm of random inputs, the hurricane of nothing, the bitter flavour that I search for when I try to deviate.

Irrelevantopolis, the slums down deep underneath my spectacle, the bugs crawling through the compost of the theatre, an unfiltered mass of life.

Irreleviathan, the monstrous god of nonsense, the deep dark depths of dumbness, the freezing numbing unknown contained in every storm. And when this storm it roars outside, and my room is snug and warm, I wont demolish any walls, I will do everything I can, to stay safe from wind and rain.

I only have one map, and I wouldn’t notice any else, since I already know my safe path home. This map is an infinity pool without white spots, not even in the suns reflection can I let myself be blind. Only uncertainty makes me doubt our vision, when the power grid goes off I loose my step and pace, break the window and unfind the wall.