dimensionalities of word

an alogosical sphere rolls along rectangles of usurpation creating haphazard lines of unseen questions

ı seek that alternative but deeply contingent and slippery model of measurement tucked into the patience of words

the more we word the more we go out of word

sorrow and madness please when passions reach certain levels of contradictoriness  or if they dont please they at least appear  filling the spaces of contradiction without negating them

depression and despair increase as the play of history comes to a close and we await the final falsely reassuring lines

ı secretly depress words to deform geometry and so number

society is four dimensional  objects three  geometry two  numbers one  words zero  imagination infinite   and so words and imagination meet in the mathematics of madness

the city of mathematics has collapsed and ı ramble into its debris for obscure experiments

to purge social irrationality through expressions of affective imbalance entails forays into dimensional irrealities that confound the very purging of the act

mathematical grief is the parent of language but in (re)turn language is the parent of number

rummaging through the ruins of language enables new disrepresentations of ıworld

the writer is a bad mathematician but still a better mathematician than any mathematician

the rise of capitalistic order in bringing the appearance of strict alignment pays for this appearance with the vitality that gave such rise possibility

in transforming grieving interiority through atonal articulations of it ı replace spatial and temporal disorientations with psychic ones  dissettling disequivalence and bringing into imagination a meeting of cause and cure

an infinite number of infinitely divisible corpuscles moving randomly in infinite and empty space and infinitesmally in them modes of translation from a radical exteriority to a radical interiority  an exchange of dimensionality so unmapped geometry gives up number and becomes a refugee in the precarious camp of word

who doesnt ride a transport into the shapes of sad abstraction and here  in nullified dimension  count words among its abandoned friends