some unknown lines of a life…

{If i was in Osaka on such a winters day, if i was in Tokyo on such a winters day, You are the oldest humans alive, how does it make you feel? I’m a determinist, we are determinists you are determined, too live we must live as the universe wants us to. you should hope its not you who the universe wants to die. as a determinist i think in terms of a constructivist theory of desire , desire, even our desire is both a construct and evolutionary determined. ifeel strange phil, he said, perhaps asked. You will, as part of the process i placed the virus that made Erro, that is Erro, spreading, carrying. You are not strictly speaking human anymore. You are as alien as a creature from the crab nebula that lives towards the big bang rather than away from it. (their last contact and our civilisations first contact will happen soon…) it’s now part of the dna/rna genotype, it’s how you can exist. You are 120 years old in young bodies. Impossible. Implausible, Actual, required. i’m not in london on a winter’s day. i’m standing in a bar waiting. iam a singularity who cannot be tolerated, i was a chinese, i was japanese, i was english, i was a sea bird, i was a land bird, i was a traveller, i was human, we are non-human [much has happened since we left the hotel, this thing i have become is different]…}