This is a fluid post, it is unfinished thus unhinged. Any of its distribution is an allegorical alliteration; but of what? It is private yet exposed. It playfully alludes to be looking into itself; lusus est.
It is a positive feedback loop of self-amplifying ego-eroticism. It is a stream of consciousness, in-between sense and non-sense. I have the intentionally random to thank for it. This writing, this post, is for the moment, intentionally, at the threshold of the understandable.
On this page I will poetically muse about the “in-between“. In other locations I touch on the “in-between” as well. Here I will play with the in-between, in-between graphic and textual narration. I will move in-between graphemes, glyphs and graphics.
The in-between is a space; always. It is neither positive nor negative space; always. It is and it isn’t the one nor the other; always. It sounds totalitarian yet, it is only becoming (nothing). It is prototypical, neither here nor there. Though the here nor the there can exist without it. It is metaphysical yet pragmatically utilitarian.
It is the door way, the limen, the sill.
It comes in, stays out, comes out, stays in:
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It is the cultural clash and gateway. It is the belonging just not yet. It is leisurely timely in tension with the imposing. It liberates with a goodbye under-toned with fear, dismissal or with the imagination of acceptance while being away.
The in-between is not nothing and yet it is (not)
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this little person is not looking at the sky, it’s metaphysically standing in-between the soil and the ether. It’s not a person it’s a defamiliarlized red haring, painted black. Its name is MacGuffin.
non-sense, pure unadulterated sensible non-sense as an in-between space between the real, the imagined, the surreal, the past and the future; neither now nor here.
This non-spatial space, as an interstate between what is understood [home] and what is to become [xeno] must be vehemently opposed and attacked by those who:
stick to it,
stand their ground
and define,
unequivocally claimed the territory;
unwavering, purely are here:
signed, demarcated, and walled-off.
update:
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