Off off... Broadway or the grid?

Many kids and adults know that if they keep endlessly replaying the same word, it will eventually stop making sense and lose all possible meanings; it becomes pure sound after a while. It's the fastest way to achieve a spiritual tier with barely any capacity for abstraction. And it brings great satisfaction. Some people also take pleasure in listening to music in a similar way, it becomes pulse itself somewhen. An emotionful slice of life with no narrative being needed anymore, like sounds, smells and tastes so often are recorded in us. It's so comforting, to be able to tame our passage through time from our own perceived reality.

From time to time, I just keep wishing for the unattainable to manifest itself. Specially in 3 minutes listenings in a loop. Under water preferably. Or on a bicycle. Just staring at the elements if ever possible. Plunge into them when they're exciting or beautiful. Till I get to deactivate and get some much needed mind space to generate any signifying action of my own drift, which hardly means meditation, but it actually does too. The Greeks called catharsis to a very similar and vital collective, but also individual process that has been missing immensely in present order of things out there. I find its absence to be failing us for some time now, actually. Each one of us is to be made individually responsible for that, as there are almost never external subjects to each community, that one could rely on regarding its health, if not its own members.

Whatever the perspective, what it feels like to me, for a very long time, is that it has been universally hard, if not impossible, to attain a common desired rhythm and depth to fully exist in a slightly less mental society. I would say more connected too, had the word not been savagely warped from the original sense. If we're able to look into it anyway, it does feel right to take the time to observe ourselves whenever we’re adrift in our connections.

It might be just a mirror of myself what I am portraying here, but I am writing for as long as I have something that I can say to keep us actively releasing emotions out loud together - if collectively or just in public, it really depends on the nature and degree of any collaboration. I just wish it would be easier to find everyone else who is also trying to do so. To communicate with others while having effective interest in them and ourselves still, aspiring to any real mutual exchange and progress; that would be so much better than this very same echo of frustration I keep finding in most places of surface. 

my god knows how to cry - hanna leess 

I hadn’t realized before that to live off grid, 

mainly autonomously and disconnected 

(from several public supplies or electric power at least),

might mean not only an alternative but also to disappear completely.