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| [9297] by "FrereKhan" (cache1.anu.edu.au) on Tue 12 Feb 2002 04:53:14 [ reply ] |
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Interest and seediness, safety and boredom... Most unfortunate that the pairs should correlate so well, but still form such a dichotomy...
So here I am in Canberra, most insipid of capital cities. Fantastic university guys, but there's f-all to do after 5:30... I'm staying at a student college on campus; attending a Machine Learning Summer School. Means: death by mathematics. Unless by some chance I survive the next fortnight. Incredible that a room can embody such a feeling of emptyness. Or rather the opposite: so many people have claims on its memory from years of anonymous usage that all the meaning has been sucked out of it. It smells of despair, somehow. Fast forward time: take a photo: a temporal average of a scene over a short time period. Extend the period; take a 'time duration' shot with a long shutter speed. Things start to blur of course; but you will notice that it's only the moving things. Perform an exposure over an hour: people will appear as an almost transparant smear over the intransience of the REAL world. A hour is not long; already the frantic motions of our life are rendered insignificant by the grinding of the wheel. Perspective, people. In this room's geologically insigficant lifetime... if I stood in the one spot for two weeks, would I make any impression at all? The message light blinks on the phone, but I don't have the code... Fragments of someone else's memory. Vertigo: the sensation you get when you suddenly see farther than you expected. Do I only really exist in the memories of others? Do I occupy some small fragments of your imaginations, my friends? Some text; a nickname; a cipher of a photo... FK |