Hey shut up and look at these lidar images of riverbeds
Credit to Daniel Coe
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Hey shut up and look at these lidar images of riverbeds
Credit to Daniel Coe

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Why walk— I want love, n stuff— I want to cut my sutures myself. I want to jog down to the river & make it my bed—
Photo by Jenia Fridlyand from ‘Entrance to Our Valley,’ excerpt from Kevin Young’s poem ‘Ode to the Midwest.’
Adrian Cornejo - 2017
My arms are muddy riverbeds, catfish crawl up my wrists to beg your lips for breadcrumbs… you are love poems I could not write.
Dawn Gabriel, Poem Built of Eleven Poems Unwritten

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Adrian Cornejo - 2017
Don't let anyone tell you that you are nothing or consciousness, because that's not how it is.
“Body,” “mind,” “me,” “my,” “I,” are linguistic conventions for process, not entities. They are compression tools. They allow coordination, memory, responsibility, and communication. Nothing more. When you say “my Dell worked well today,” no one imagines a ghost inside the laptop. They understand the name refers to a bounded system with a certain history, configuration, and expected behavior. Exactly the same logic applies to “John.”
What we call “within the skin” is simply the operational boundary. Skin functions like a casing. Inside it are biological processes, neural activity, learned patterns, reflexes, roles, habits. Outside it are other systems. Naming the inside bundle “John” is practical. It allows others to predict, address, and interact with that bundle. It does not imply a central owner, essence, or captain.
This also dissolves the false drama around “not my body.” There is no “not.” There is no entity standing apart from processes. There is just this system, labeled John, doing what systems do: regulating temperature, avoiding damage, negotiating social space, producing language, maintaining continuity. Saying “I am not my body” only makes sense as a pedagogical hack for people still hallucinating an inner ruler. Once that hallucination is gone, the sentence becomes meaningless.
John as linguistic convention avoids both spiritual inflation and nihilistic collapse. It doesn’t deny functioning. It just refuses ontological fantasy. John is a name for a bounded, historically continuous process cluster. The same way Dell is a name for a manufactured system with inputs, outputs, and failure modes. No mystery required.
This doesn’t make life empty. It makes it unburdened. Things still happen. Preferences still exist. Pain still hurts. Work still needs doing. But nothing needs to be true about you for any of that to occur. A name is linguistic convention not a self; it is a handle for coordination. Why to identify with it?
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