i followed Hens' suggestion. see above. i don't think i have gathered any particularly new information about the forces i am exposed to. but boy, imagine the fuck all they can now gather about me.

it only makes sense to me now to take off 'the art' and leave the words.

it could unarguably be said that the way i mostly learned to do things was working my way downstream from ekphrases to my own crap version of what it was i had read, or supposed to have read in there.

fact is, ekphrasis always fascinated me more than the artwork itself, luring me in by the sheer power of my brain flaring along.

and finally, 'all hands on decks and cut up to the sky' - which has always been the sole manifesto of the whole thing.

'an hour of attempting deflagrating antidotes to existential malaise and ancestral curses'.

'an hour as noisy as the turmoil within, as destructive as the ravage of passing time and as vibrant and moving as the light in the sky and the breath in the air'.

'longer, stronger, slower, quake-like and bomb-like, a bathe of drones to make you feel alive again'.

'60 mins of incandescent drones, interdimensional jump cuts and faulty loops in imaginary time'.

'60 mins of torrid incantations and raunchy drones to prep you for the glaring days to come'.

'60 mins of rocket trails crossing the sky at dawn, moss covered spacecrafts glaring faraway and terraforming drones so deep and thick your brain will hum along and see the light'.

'sixty minutes of frantic swoon, screwed mirages and missing time'.

'sixty minutes of radiant enveloping drones and all night flights leading you back to light'.

'waves after waves of droning hives and off sync incendiary lullabies in a whole ocean of saturation, quite the vivid take on summer hits'.

'an hour of liquefied interstellar alerts, superimposed drone incantations and sung-along cranial vibes to recalibrate and soar'.

these were some of the monthly calls for a radio show i'm currently running, which is about to take a summer break, and which episodes i have variously described as:.

on July 9, same year, i wrote: 'start the journey as a dinghy adrift and end it as the shipwreck itself'.

earlier that month, i wrote: 'grab your go bag and leave with me in your ears tonight'.

on December 31, 2024, i wrote: 'dump the year you just went through in a ditch tonight, torch it aflame and forget all about it'.

out of the destroyed evidence, i'll save a handful of sentences which i held dear for a while:.