thoughts.

15 February 2013 · by · in blah, definition

Dear system 1,

I would hereby like to let you know that I am aware of you.

Please stop trying to convince me of things inconceivable, because being mindful of you I can distinguish you from the life I live. Furthermore, there is no point trying to pretend to be intuition, waves of thoughts transferred through air from faraway existence – or worse still, premonition, my goodness – because I have honestly got you by your tail. In no time, I will slap you down onto the floor, smear you with superglue and affix you onto my mind’s eye. Because that is simply where you belong: in control. Not in my ear.

Looking forward to seeing you behave yourself. May you sleep well tonight.

System 2

As a result of an auction in Sarah Vanhee's The Great Public Sale of Unrealised But Brilliant Ideas, my bio has become a collective bio:

When they were thirteen, Tintin Wulia and Christiane Berndes wished that Peter Pan would lose his shadow in their neighborhood, because they thought that Peter Pan was kinda sexy. Night after night, they would think a happy thought, wishing that Peter would find them if they could fly. Nothing happened – Tintin and Christiane discovered that Peter had much preferred Wendy.

Three decades later, Tintin and Christiane are still discovering many things. One, that Peter Pan is a fictional character invented by James Matthew Barrie. Two, that the fact that Peter is fictional doesn’t mean that he’s illusory. They are also discovering that, three, it is not a happy thought that one needs to be able to fly – it is, rather, the combination of a passport and a valid visa. And also, four, that the fact that one needs a passport and a valid visa to be able to fly is just shitty.