welp
looks like this is it. almost 7 months to the day after I posted about it, we’re embarking upon THE trip. it’s good to finally step off after a few weeks of prep jitters. we’ll be gone for six to seven weeks, but the route is still fluid - the only sure thing is the part where we ride from Berlin to Prague, everything after that is negotiable.
it will be so good to get rid all of these things that have been plaguing me for the last eighteen months, to purge, purify, and reestablish myself in pure physicality, to sever the last linkages between my mind and the dead worlds of yesteryear. nothing but sun and steel for the next fifty days.
I’ll be posting updates from time to time at The Big Awake and on our facebook page. see you around, kids.
never stop moving.
bodies.
there is so much life out there in the long, cold dark. wrapped in layers of polymers, skin redolent of the freezing wind, there you are, a hot animal machine tearing through the winter night. how amazing and terrifying our bodies, needing only to be fed, these burning foundries spouting fire and blood, and force. the unceasing flesh, one billionth heartbeat, the taste of copper in the back of our throats. blood noisy even in the tiniest vessels in our teeth. a third, filmy eyelid slowly peeling back, eyes turning downwards from our skulls, unfocused and all seeing. blindingly pure.
ISIS, Weight.
I have posted this track multiple times before, but I’m gonna do so again. this is a prime example of what I call #autism music. 10 minutes and 48 seconds of repeated phrasing, slowly unspooled and underlined with a drum line that simultaneously:
- makes me want to abandon all emotion altogether and just measure out life and everything inbetween with those undying, evolving beats, and
- lose myself in trace scents and particulate emotionality.
this is my lullaby.
finishing work at 3.30am. cold sheets and AOD forever.
