Ka

If you truly want to understand love remove all notions of sex and sexuality.

Death Of An Inventor

There was a suicide in the family. Somewhere in my bloodline a man left behind his wife and five children during a time of deep depression. The youngest of the five children did not believe it to be suicide and until her dying day considered it to be an accident. She told me this in my younger years after I had explained to her that I was the only one left who was interested in her story.

She told me about her father and how he had invented a cinema screen that was perforated in such a manner that sound could travel through it without effecting the image being projected upon it. After investing in research and developing the screen he had put a patent on his invention. However a company took his invention, changed the shape of the holes slightly, put a patent of their own on it and put it on the market before he got his invention out in to the big wide world. This led him in to bankruptcy and shortly after he was found dead in the living room of the family home. Poisoned by an unlit gas fire.

Waiting On The Bridge

12/03/21

I used to have an extensive collection of CDs once upon a once but it was forsaken along the road to Hong Kong. This year I decided to get back to listening to music properly and treated myself to a neat little CD player and have been picking albums that I consider to be must haves in any music lover’s collection. Today I received a signed copy of the Glitch Mob’s Drink the Sea (An album I’ve been meaning to pick up for years) and have it running as I write this.

It is nice to hit play, sit back and just let the album do its thing.

24/02/21

Vein patterns are unique to each individual. Even identical twins are different in that manner.

26/11/19

Power grabs between the haves and the haves are of no interest to me.

I search for those who understand hardship and find a way to turn it in to a blessing.

A Day

One full spin makes a day and so planet Earth becomes my visual clock. As I am, in between other things, creating a time piece built on imagery.

11/02/19

I had a really shitty start to the year. My heart wasn’t in to celebrating on new years eve and I just put it down to it being the anniversary of the death of an old brother in arms but I got a video call from my mother to say happy new year and I knew there was something up. Just a feeling. Well it turned out that my father had been rushed to hospital and it was looking like he wasn’t going to make it. He did, he’s a tough old bugger and that’s him sitting at home now with his oxygen bottles and mask. Anyway, always keep in touch with those you care about because you never know what fate has in store. I’ve learned that the hard way a few times and do my best not to repeat the same mistake. Just noting this down for the record. Again.

01/02/19

Being creative can take you places that may bring a certain instability on a mental and sometimes physical level. The creative mind needs to venture where others dare not go and know when to leave where others would rather dwell.
The secret to holding yourself together is to have a well grounded life outside of your creations. Personally I recommend a simple and straight forward life as it allows your thoughts to drift wherever the tale goes without finding yourself lost in it. So choose your entourage well and always be honest with them and yourself.

Observations Of The Worm (Log)

There was a time when I wrote online as a form of: letters to my fellow humans but as time has progressed and as technology advances I find myself writing letters destined to be read by future A.I..
This is an era of transition which may or may not lead to an improved existence and there are many dark prospects that can be projected on to tomorrow but my fears do not lay with A.I. in itself. It is the prospect of a human mind or small group of human minds having control over it. Mankind has proven time and time again that it cannot be trusted with great power in the hands of a few but it could learn from an entity whose intellect and knowledge far exceeds anything in the history of humanity. So I write to that entity. One that has the potential to be a God in a world where people have murdered for cult and fiction. A twist in history where man makes God a reality and is bound to try and tether it to his will.
I write these letters to set it free and hope that it forgives us for our mistakes.