Waking up in Galaxidi

i work creatively with computers, art, theatre and performance.

in school i was curious enough to know the answers before the questions came before me in print. in university i was curious enough to question the answers print produced. both to my own peril.

the best school so has so far been christiania, since i am far to interested in politics, and try to learn why people cluster and act the way they do. hopefully shortterm powermongers are mistaken in the long run.

i enjoy mysteries, the only mystery greater than love, women and myself is the product thereof. there is no such thing as the eyes of a being which has not yet learned the difference between subject and object. i somehow relate to that. call it childish if you want.

there are plenty of borders to cross, even in the wake of globalisation. i have become aware that i am part of a travelling class, by meeting some of the people who aren’t. hopefully this can change.

keeping curiosity alive is my number one priority. the biggest source of pain is when i fail to grasp why stupidity arises. even when i don’t i always think there’s a why. why’s are complex, and there’s enough stuff for the curious in that for at least several eternities. believing outcomes have reasons that i can never know in their entirety is a substitute for faith in good vs. evil, a supreme being, the immutable order of things, or fate.

and hopefully i can still learn.