man - personally, i wanna melt into my work
- like a trucker melts into the road,
or a musician into an accordion.
i don't want to be more dilligent, or productive.
i want to finally think, for once.
I want a cockpit / panic room / bathtub.
a computer as a bdsm sling.
Some mothers will put a baby on a washing machine,
so it rocks them to sleep in a aspergers-way
- babies need that and so do adults.
I had a music teacher say that the best compliment you can give to a piece of music is to fall asleep to it.
I couldn't agree more.
any
tool for thought should
resemble current tools for thought -
like a long train-ride, a warm shower,
or an empty highway.
it should resemble a new strange bed.