When you see an older person with fine taut skin, check the back of their head for a Bulldog clip.

If you work in media, please give me a job.

There’s an increasing feeling of detachment, like the links between the body and mind are being stretched.

Woo, woo!

In a Blog, as with other uses of the Internet, the line between fiction, fact and fantasy is blurred as one shouts off into the ether. The who, the what, why or when – all are open to speculation as the presentation of the self and the consciousness is adjusted for public presentation. This is self-construction. The screen serves as a levelling force, not determining but influencing the construct of the persona as the words are chopped and changed for some final image.

The most important thing is distraction. Media stops you thinking of whats actually going on, takes away the need for thought. Imposed constructs and a shared imagination are a comfort that should not be underestimated.

I tried telling work that I was a dualist. They didn’t pay me twice.

The installation of my new contact lenses creates a difficulty: I can no longer push my glasses up my nose. Its with great restraint that I have avoided gouging my eyes out by way of nervous distraction.

The office is cold today. All the heaters are off. Its May. Heat goes off in May; must be stale after winter. My hands are like blocks of ice, albeit blocks of ice with veins and muscle, tendons, and blood.

I once knew how to say “My life is in ruins” in eight different languages. Which was nice. I think I might start a new project to continue this.