Should we get the formalities out first? How are you? Everyone at home okay? That's kinda it, right? One more? Have you eaten? Shall we move on to less shallow, um, matters now? How old are you? What are you reading? Are you afraid of imaginary people? Do you believe in God? Are you desperate? Does … Continue reading Bro, what happened?
Author: Srinath Narasimhan
Favor8
Fav color: Turmeric on chopped beetroot. Fav place: In reaching distance of a book. Fav book: A book catalog. Fav excitement: Lunch, outside. Fav melancholy: A dripping faucet. Fav food: The first four scoops of curd, cold; their finality. Fav person: Him eating alone. Fav movie: The ego.
In conclusion
"What are you trying to say?" The 'are you a virgin?' equivalent of art, and the second most frequently asked question to the writer of this blog. The first, being, are you a virgin? Making art just to send out a message is like calling yourself a feminist just to get laid. It works, but … Continue reading In conclusion
Art Exhibition–Room 13: Modernization of hope
The pursuit of happiness Simplicity "Oh shit." - God Death by purification Man's search for meaning They/them
Million-dollar idea
A man woke up one day and found he had become a millionaire. No questions alright. Just go with the fuckin story. So: yeah: he woke up and in his bank, in manifest, a million dollars. Here's why this is a big deal. Here's why I am telling you this story. Just the previous night, … Continue reading Million-dollar idea
To
To look not for something, but simply look.To love and not love particularly.To be and not let becoming come in the way. To write and not seek.To seek and not know.To know and let go. To sing and feel.To feel and fall.To fall and lay. To celebrate silence.To simplify faith.To experience surrender.
Writing, conceptually
It constantly feels like someone is looking at me. (Bah) It feels like I am being followed, by me. (Example of "being" sinking a sentence) I believe in ghosts because I believe in myself. (WTF?) I am doing secondary research on my life. (Solipsism okay, abstraction exaggerated) I have been radio activated by the Hawthorne … Continue reading Writing, conceptually
How to start a fire
You buy shit hoping it will make you happy. But your life continues to suck. Now you get rid of it all hoping the purge will bring rapture. Welcome to minimalism Welcome also to the 21st century, where the spectrum of spiritual irony has people hoarding new beliefs to bring them closer to God and … Continue reading How to start a fire
Art Exhibition–Room 12: Answers to Everything
(Welcome to Room 12 of what's turning out to be one bizarre attempt at taking the subjectivity of art to the brink.) Does God exist? Do I have free will? Who am I? What's the point of it all? Can money bring happiness? What is Truth? Am I fat? What happens after death?
Agony and Ecstacy
Something about this almost feels right. It wasn't like this always—not at least for the last hour. I was free then. Unsure of myself. Unsure what to write. Unsure if I will ever write again. With every minute, the surety of my failure felt more and more complete. But here we are. My securing myself … Continue reading Agony and Ecstacy