It's after a long 'time' I got myself escaped from the 'black holes' of the 'conceptual remaking' and 'simulation of memories' with the quantum of 'events', the junkyard of linguistic parameters and literary absurdities.
I've been writing junks and scraps. They were not taken from nothingness of my blank spaces waiting for the refilling, they were the 'quantum of my memories'. i live in each of the syllables and sounds. Memories, thoughts, dreams and every conceptual creation and simulation of the brain is real- i call them reality. out of nothing, nothing happens.
I have written prose, fiction, quasi-fiction, flash fiction, memoirs, thoughts, poems- romantics, classical, existential, modern, postmodern, 'supramodern', scraps, shits, bullshits, and many.
Ever since I started to think, I felt a cage around me. when i grew up, it began to grow with my growth. now, I have broken it. I fucked the damn academical, formal, literal, perspective and 'objective rationalization' of my 'idiosyncratic discursive cognition'.
This is the inception of my new 'me'! I am about to embrace a new world of quantum, in which I become the universal self. I'll be dealing with the crazy and wild functioning of the soul, memories, thoughts, brain and it's relative simulations with the help of all the available theories of physics, theories, psychology and everything.
This is a wild and crazy journey of a wandering mind which is set free from everything.
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