I’m an eye. A mechanical eye. I, the machine, show you a world the way only I can see it. I free myself for today and forever from human immobility. I’m in constant movement. I approach and pull away from objects. I creep under them. I move alongside a running horse’s mouth. I fall and rise with the falling and rising bodies. This is I, the machine, manoeuvring in the chaotic movements, recording one movement after another in the most complex combinations.
Freed from the boundaries of time and space, I co-ordinate any and all points of the universe, wherever I want them to be. My way leads towards the creation of a fresh perception of the world. Thus I explain in a new way the world unknown to you."
April 29th 2013 | 1 note
I’ve experienced it at varying degrees throughout the past ten years. It seems to me that if you can’t find something that you think should be there in your life, it is an indication that it’s still out there somewhere, waiting for you. Maybe it was never meant to be easy; never in the blueprints for it to come so quickly. And even when you see others around you succeeding, and it discourages you, your turn is still quietly waiting. Maybe all it will take is one more turn of the earth.March 14th 2013 | 1 note