../melody in chaos
“fake” is the opposite of “real,” not of “truth”
We don’t live different lives in one reality. We all live the same life, but in different, discrete realities.
“Conspiracy theories” are battles among competing realities, not between truth and lies. Truth also requires conspiracy to be accepted en masse.
08:24. 3rd Ave. Aroma wholesaler load dock. Knit cap. S7 Edge: "…so now i lose her to a fervent Catholic? Do you think he knows about me?"
— ../westy (@westyreflector) December 2, 2016
December 02, 2016 at 10:08AM
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Costumes by @CatMThomas IRL. Xclnt to witness 1st hand, tho now I'm an amnesic incognito only comfortable in Tails. https://t.co/5asAWK9LBd
— westy (@westyreflector) May 19, 2016
May 19, 2016 at 06:54PM
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the war on drugs is a symptom of addiction to the war drug
— westy (@westyreflector) April 21, 2016
April 21, 2016 at 06:38PM
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5th Av @ 9th, Dunkin iced, cig-dangle, russet frizzle, 40s, to phone: "Didn't you see my tweet that Shakespeare's so overrated? No? Well…"
— westy (@westyreflector) April 18, 2016 at 10:56AM
The word "literally" is a call to arms against analogy and fiction. Every time it's uttered an imagination dies.
— westy (@westyreflector) April 14, 2016
April 14, 2016 at 10:26AM
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9:14. Bodega. Puffy-eyed mid-level leaning on dairy fridge. iPhone 4S: "You keep doin' that over and over and you'll be running the place!"
— westy (@westyreflector) April 7, 2016
April 07, 2016 at 09:42AM
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16:48, brown Uggs, leaving a Park Slope salon, fresh blunt bangs, to friend: "Sharknado was just too cynical for me to let the kids watch."
— westy (@westyreflector) April 3, 2016
April 03, 2016 at 05:24PM
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5th Ave Bingo exit, 10:12p.
“Geraldine, you have a Valium on you?”
“No.”
“That’s ok, I got tranquilizers at home.”
March 26, 2016 at 10:35PM
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genes endow not destiny, only chemistry
— westy (@westyreflector) March 24, 2016
March 24, 2016 at 04:59PM
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one-letter keyword entry through a Sinclair ZX81 membrane was decent conditioning for this autocomplete world
— westy (@westyreflector) March 3, 2016
March 03, 2016 at 11:20AM
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9th St, Woz look, ivy cap, green wide corduroys, into 6S: "Kelly knows the stakes… but that telephone's ancient… yeah, BlackBerry 10."
— westy (@westyreflector) February 23, 2016
February 23, 2016 at 06:53PM
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Every statistic aspires to silence an exception.
— westy (@westyreflector) February 22, 2016
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February 22, 2016 at 09:40AM
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i tell kids not to emulate me because i have no idea what emulator i'm running
— westy (@westyreflector) February 19, 2016
2016.02.19.13:05
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Frowzy 40ish man, outside C-Town Market, under a 'Tilapia Blowout!' sign, into phone:
"The answer is, in a vacuum, yes."#SidewalkSnippet
— westy (@westyreflector) February 2, 2016
// Sy5t3mP4tch1
$illusion = $choice->load("party");
function setVoter(iceCream)
{
document.getElementById("illusion").value = iceCream;
}— westy (@westyreflector) February 1, 2016
"What am I supposed to do, walk around in airplane mode for a week?" | SidewalkSnippet020116a
— westy (@westyreflector) February 1, 2016
9th St @ 4th Ave. Woman into phone, other hand gestures into space: "…the one thing I know is -" [salt truck roars by] "- so stop caring!"
— westy (@westyreflector) January 25, 2016
Truth over time becomes elusive – and relative – so lawyers ply their trade in the fuzziness of memory. Justice relies on absolute truth, and pursuit of it is mere human invention – absurd and Sisyphean as any other attempt to stanch the entropy of the universe.
Yesterday, after four hours of being probed, prodded, picked apart and piecemealed by opposing counsels, I walked out of my attorney’s office thinking of Kurt Vonnegut’s observation that “only humankind is running out of time.”…
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I could not record today.
My studio is not soundproof
enough for a city daytime.
Contractors hired by an aspirational
Brooklyn property developer
stamp rumblefooted underpinnings
for a cantilevered condo to be
four times the size of the
sixty year old
two family the developer
demolished a month ago.
The mufflebooms travel
into my rear office studio,
up through my mic stand,
from the sub strata.…
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