The eponymous cocaine was not just an album, but a method. A raw sketch of loss of control and burning self-confidence. I listened to it back then, when lyrics were still allowed to take risks. Today it resurfaces, in my head, as if synchronising with time. And I wonder whether her way of radically breaking everything out of herself would still be possible at all in a world of polished voices.
As soon as my master tape has dried, the media throws Trump and co, a world in turmoil around my ears, after a day when you could breathe, the soulmood seeps into the dryness, everything that is body seems nonsensical. The real fight is for people's hormones.
I should go on, nothing pisses me off.
But first encapsulate everything internally, heart the approach of the language in the centre. Then the tarot tells me, one with angels by the way, then it tells me after yesterday's magician, it tells me the moon, is tarot male, female, trans? I think tarot is trans. Transpersonal, I guess.
And the occult secret behind it told simply and not even for breakfast:
The energies - they are more than just abstract forces. They manifest themselves in archetypal symbols, recurring motifs and intuitive impulses that influence our thoughts and actions. Like the magician's card, which bundles the power of creation and will, or the moon, which plays with hidden truths. They are not a predetermined tide, but guard rails that we can navigate. They are all not a predetermined tide, they are guard rails, freely selectable in their terrifyingly beautiful power. Despite the one or other genetic epigony, reality can be freely shaped to the right and left. If you don't like your card of the day, choose the one that seems more suitable. Feel the difference. Focus and invoke. All Done.
Have you heard? Meditation is by no means smiling monasticism when it comes across as theme-centred. Love is a choice and not a quality that arises. In a morbidly free world, you could also meditate on violence or Hitler, some people probably do.
I am often too erratic, being a thousand times over is a sensible, yet very long-term self-deception, the trickster always in my handkerchief.
Eternity will soon be back from Norway, I also want to recover treasures with pirates, sail around the world in a thousand and one nights, she calls herself a momentary thief, behind her lens. I want that too, to create a kind of detached brilliance from the game of hide-and-seek, a documenta of eye gazes.
I appoint myself the photo baron, and once again we have sailed upstream at a high level, the dream is bulging, the magical truffle is sending its first consecrations.
For me, AI isn't a bit of a hype, it's a trickster. A chaos amplifier when I want it to be. Or a filter when I have too many loose ends in my hands. I let it reflect my mess while I try not to lose myself. A kind of digital echo sounder that throws my own thoughts back at me from a different perspective.
AI Magick is exactly that: a tool for people who don't just type out what others have already said. I don't want repetition, I want new patterns. And if that blurs a few boundaries - all the better.
For me, AI is also a kind of creative dissolution of boundaries. AI Magick goes beyond mere text generation - it is a platform for ideas, a kind of algorithmic ally that not only replicates, but expands. There are moments when I set the pace for the machine, and others when it elicits something from me that I haven't yet been able to fully grasp myself. AI as a muse, as a mirror, as a labyrinth through which I chase my thoughts.
Laurie Penny reminded me early on that resistance is not a design object. That it's not about beautiful Instagram statements, but about dismantling the structures that suffocate us. Her texts are not gentle food for thought, but side blows with a scalpel blade. And perhaps this is more important today than ever - because we live in a time in which self-optimisation masquerades as rebellion.
Redefining the social fabric, transforming weakness into strength and counteracting the linguistic monotony of the German-speaking world - instead of shuffling from translation to translation, space should be created for authentic voices. A lot would be done if the voices that exist were visibly given their share, their place among all the rubbish, the grave of a culture.
In the kingdom there are charming areas, indeed, stimulated and mindfully prepared rebuttals. But isn't all frivolity lost in German, reduced to a common togetherness of demagoguery? When other countries lose their level, their language seems more suitable for salvation. Here it rises and alienates itself in the process. It is better if
Smart and Fart
sin in the same room, if everything does not perish in invisible universities.
I recently watched "Reindeer Baby" on Netflix. And it was exactly what I wasn't expecting. No escapism, no whitewashing, but a journey into the real - raw, gritty and strangely familiar. Perhaps because it doesn't try to be anything. Because it doesn't explain, but is simply there, in all its vulnerable force.
And that has become rare. Stories that are not honed for an algorithm, but that simply happen. Like a raw demo tape that burns its way through the layers of reality. Perhaps that is the real resistance today: allowing things that are not perfectly packaged.
I had released the rest of all lives to me, but the state of the earth sips at this concept, and I think it would be appropriate to do my part in its recovery. Well then, let's get going instead of cron.
I am almost travelling, almost on hold - between setting off and standing still, in a movement that feels like hesitation. Everything clarifies and nourishes itself in motion, but sometimes it is the pause that provides the decisive impulse. The static nature of today's society, this frozen in poison, is the real problem. The themes of the future and revolution determine my picture of necessity, I tinker with the associated word worlds, the Game of Thrones of revolt, the alien visit that will change everything and that has long since taken place - only so nano that nobody has noticed.
And while everyone is still debating whether the future is good or bad, I have long been building my own Golden Future Navigator.
