liamrussell

Why contribute to this media-edifice? It’s making so much noise. Go into the playground, run around and compete for space, attention or status. Art for its own sake. Writing for its own sake. That’s better, not that I have anything to say. Crotal – an instrument I played on a CD at Caius. Piano – another instrument. These instruments can become instruments of torture if thought of a certain way. Why are people competitive? Maybe in some scenarios it makes sense. In other ways it doesn’t make sense – people are just different. Why live in fear? Afraid to go out there, of being attacked. Afraid of puns, or artifacts, of being made fun of, or wasting time, or becoming trapped. Afraid of rehearsals, also fake rehearsals. What about people who trick others, and harass them? I could name names, but what would they say about me? How many games did we play? Whose idea was what? What a horrible mess. The present is the thing. Here goes.