You don't have to buy me melon ice to make me happy; just remind me it exists. Sometimes my life makes me forget even if it's in front of my face. I treat friends when given the chance only because I have a problem with my own unshared happiness. Which is why I made this account.
As a child I held an erroneous hierarchy of media where film was superior to text: it was near-impossible to write down the face of the girl I love, and I always suspected that the author never imagined a vision nor heard a voice as beautiful as I had conjured from the same words. I believed that authors should not take credit for a novel interpretation of their work that they never intended originally. I rejoiced on the assumption that Godard wanted to flaunt the triumph of film over text in scenes where he shows someone reading aloud off a book, as if mocking the act of reading itself. While I still hold remnants of this misguided "the closer it is to a complete communication of conscious experience, the better the art" belief, experiencing the novel House of Leaves convinced me that one cannot separate form from content, the message from the medium. Changing fonts and orienting sentences
˙ʇuıod ǝɥʇ ǝʌoɹd suoıʇɔǝɹıp ʇuǝɹǝɟɟıp oʇ
I still dream of creating great art. Sci-fi. But that dream is dormant ("simply not dead") for now, dampened by disillusionment and discouragement. I wanted to conceptualize a novel technology just for the sake of some great story, and decided that I might as well make the technology come true. Whatever happens, I can always remain as a humble worshiper as I've long accepted it to be my most likely fate.
I am currently in a near-nihilist phase where instead of seeking inspiration, I expose my mind to thoughtless hedonism, defenseless, vulnerable, welcoming to all fetishized objects that could stir an obsession. I wish to be possessed by a song--even through forcible repetition.
My academic background is on electrical engineering and computer sciences, and I am currently working on self-driving cars. I am passionate about the Human experience and its expression through Art in any form.
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