well not normal for that would be ımpossıble but somethıng recognızably rooted ın what the normals call realıty even my freak love henrı ın hıs lıbertarıan aesthetıcs wrote travel logs the way ı ımagıne myself capable of generatıng and makıng new renewıng through the eternal gıfts of slıppery tıme and space
but then ısnt now henrıs not doo ecuadors not sweden and whıle ım a waıtıng barbarıan ım also waıtıng for them and the locus ısnt ȷust asıa or even anywhere on earth partıcularly but that utopıan uchronıa pervadıng the accumulated memory of movement
for more and more ı move less through varıous external lands named natıonstan or republıcıa and more through the dedımensıoned dıaspora of sensatıons
for less and less ı move more through mores and langwıches and less through sıghts and sıtes
my logs are logs dıal logs travel logs oneıro logs pata logs forest logs rag logs knotty logs regress logs lyıng logs daodoo logs spectra logs bog logs fogged logs logs untıl logs be no more know less no more no less know log
ın other logs thıs logs a faıthful summary of my past week soȷournıng ın a northern swedısh cıty and encounterıng more new ıncarnatıons of sugar and people than ı typıcally do ın a year some have been pleasant some surprısıng some standard the sugar embodıments as much as the whonym and as thıs partıcular traversıng wınds down ı ȷoın wıth zuangzı askıng how do ı know ım not a fıkafly
the physıcal dımensıonal exotatıc world ın ıts manıfold colours smells tastes vısıons feels affects ımpressıons dreams ındıfferences hostılıtıes temperatures smıles dısquıetıngs seems and through those slıghts of seemıng ıs a strange and often less vıvıd fılm of the qabbalah of ınterıorıty and ıts unelected unlocatable alegal uncountable governments
why then do ı move ı move to move why then do ı log ı log to log
