i walked in a landscape where things were not things but ideas
not ideas but seeds of ideas seeing their own fruits and thinking
maybe not

trees uprooting themselves and dissolving into bits and bytes
in a landscape of fragmentation and maybe-yes maybe-no
in a landscape where you can only walk in circles

and in such a landscape i saw flowers of pure and unspoiled beauty
beauty that destroys the beholder
chasing beauty, fleeing from beauty
the snake eats its own tail and swallows itself
what is left over?

i saw flowers of pure and unspoiled beauty
i saw seeing itself
i saw i

i walked in a landscape where walking was the landscape
walking the talking
(walkie-talkie)

walking the talking
where words became sounds
sounds became noise
noise became silence
silence became perfect
perfect became redundant
redundant became rhythm
rhythm became melody
melody became love
love became God
God became a mouse
a mouse became a human
a human became a house
a house became a word
a word became all things
(in the beginning was the word)

all things, all things, all things
so many things, who has the time
for so many things, all things
to see a thing, to be a thing
to think about things, to know things
so many things, who has the time
for all this spectacular abundance
for all this time
who has the time for all this time?

i walked in a landscape of time
day turned to night and night turned to day
and i wondered
if night turns to day
and day turns to night
is day really day
and night really night?
or is it something else turning into day and night?
or is it nothing else?
or is it?

that which appears changes
that which doesn’t appear never changes
that which changes appears
that which doesn’t change doesn’t appear
but is?
or is not?

i walked in a landscape of is and is-not
is and is-not
to be and not to be
to become and not to become
to believe and not to believe
to see and not to see
to feel and not to feel
to do and not to do
to breathe and not to breathe
to be and not to be
i walked

walking, i wondered
am i walking to get somewhere
or walking to get nowhere?

walking, walking, walking
i walked right into _______

to be and not to be

jubilee

tabula rasa

in a past life...

patterns

confessions

hope

we you we

stuck coming up

decontextualized dance party

on becoming digital

This music made itself and no-one was there to hear it.

the Young Philosophers' Club