Hectic Precursor Drone

And by the look of things, i've strenghened my resolve by a short display of fantastic indifference. The dark and intense situation i stab with the pull of a curtain. Furious turn of event and smouldering hegemony. When have you floundered my best wishes? Excited culprit sent to the forefront in a blatant effort to feed the furnace succinctly. Bellow and praise the injury with coarse aspiration. Allowed a faint governing pretext and then returned through the doorway.

Darker watchful

A late night car ride and another opportunity for me to look into the mirror and to better see myself and what surrounds me. On the road is where i do the best introspective work and debug my system. I hope you are well under a watchful eye.

Introspection

What are your convictions? Where will you go when they defy logic and most of your senses. Have you painted yourself in a corner? Or will you stubbornly believe in yourself throughout the next chapter?

Quelles sont tes convictions? Où iras-tu lorsqu'elles se joueront ta logique et la plupart de tes senses? Es-tu pris au piège par tes propres habitudes? Seras-tu en mesure de croire en toi malgré le prochain chapitre?

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Inspire

I find it harder to breathe now. Driving into Montreal from further up north, the transformation in the quality of the air we breathe is so dramatic that it is quite upsetting. This is particularly noticeable during winter, since the trees and other more agreeble odors lay dormant below the carpet of snow.

Nevertheless, we grip our steering wheels and curse at the price of fuel. 

How can we can live with ourselves knowing our children sleep under a sky plagued with cancerous chemicals and the roar of jet engines? Anybody in his right mind would do everything possible to get his kids far away from this horror. In any case, those lovely clouds above the chemical plants sure look nice from my car window. Going into Mordor. 

Il devient de plus en plus difficile de respirer. Arriver à Montréal après une bonne route qui a commencé plus au nord, il est choquant de rencontrer cette dégradation de la qualité de l'air que nous respirons. Cette odeur épouvantable est surtout reconnaissable durant l'hiver pendant que les arbres et les parfums plus agréables se cachent sous la neige et le froid. Malgré tout, on continue de s'agripper à nos volants et à sacrer contre le coût de l'essence.

Comment pouvons-nous vivre avec nous-mêmes sachant que nos enfants dorment sous un ciel infecté de produits chimiques cancérigènes et ce bruit sourd d'avions à réaction? N'importe qui sain d'esprit ferait son possible pour épargner ce calvert à ses enfants. En tous les cas, ces merveilleux nuages au-dessus des cheminées de raffineries sont très jolis depuis la fenêtre de mon auto. J'arrive à Mordor. 

Feel Alone

Silver emblem. Thin, long candles. Sing along, return. Over you, remember. Been in love and been alone. The words don't come out right. In love and in life, the words don't come out right. Universe, indoor window. In bloom candles are ever injured. They yearn for the eternal, ever evil. Ever you burn. The words don't come out right. Feel love, ever, the words don't come out right. Ever you feel alone. Feel alone.

Small Things

Those great unfinished projects are piled up in boxes and stacked in a corner, meant to gather dust. Old concepts lay dormant and drawers have become archives dedicated to another unknown artist.
It feels great to be blessed with the gift of a seemingly limitless source of ideas. Steadfast, unyielding and unalterable as i sort through the explosion of concepts crowding the doorway of my mind. The tragedy occurs with the inevitable incursion of the restricted time slot, the necessity to perform, contribute and to be distracted by the outsiders.
True great ideas are meant to be allowed to mature and age appropriately. Paint needs solitude and the comforting vacuum of absence. Indifference is appropriate in order for colors to find meaning in the shapes and forms suggested on canvas. Perhaps I'm simply too attached to the small things and hostage of my own design. www.ericzone.com

nexus

The dawn of a technoid nexus sky shreds an open source into our world and defies any and all laws of understanding set forth by limited human capacities to forge analogous interpretations of contemplations. This lengthy bypass occurs at the conjunction of governing particles and those minute and universal elements which they hold into account. Over the years, professor Stephen Chesterfieldersten the 3rd of hillroy university college of bankbrumpt New vampton has maintained that such an illustrious event has but foretold more cosmic interjections set about, either human poise or godly intent, unless both are one and the same. In the latter case, it is clear that human knowledge would be required to undergo strict policies less we all suffer unfathomable impacts due to the limitless follies of our imaginings. The pragmatic glossary of the mundane assessments in every day contemplations should therefore be eyed under a more scientific premise, such as to prevent sudden repercussions brought on by cervical inuendo in direct response to counterfeit stimulae.

Supposedly

By the looks of it, a short glimpse into a moment. An artistic rendition of the sudden. A definition of the abrupt. The violence of succession. A precise digital interpretation of a finite instant, pervasive and unimportant.

Instigator of impressions and emotions, this crafted projection is an elaborate reference to the shadow cast by a negligible object at a specific point in time. The chief subject of this image is not the observed, but the observer himself, responsive to the triggered emotions. And while we're at it, why not elevate the analysis further.

You're looking at a moment that never existed because it is a reference to a vague unborn intention that will never be published nor will it contribute to the evolution of the human spirit. At best, it will briefly nudge the artist emotionally and on a scale which is utterly insignificant. It is the graceful death of art and of the human spirit.

Tired

I woke up to find myself looking very much sleep deprived, dark patches under each eye. Urgent need to get back on track. Honestly, i scared myself looking at this photo. A bit of sunlight and some physical activity to make the blood flow.

Also to the menu, a funny movie and a workout session. Some positive vibes always come in handy on a day like this. Create situations and manipulate events in order to push the day towards an appealing outcome.

A quick visit from Quebec, an home made iced-coffee, a pleasantly long shower and a car ride to strengthen the impressions. Most importantly, need to go to bed at normal hours and return to a sane scheduled stability. It has become urgent. Call me nighthawk. Thanks for your support.

Witness to some violence

I don't have to go far to report news worthy events. I'm on the phone in the living room of my apartment when i hear screams from outside. Looks like a lot of people had been invited to an after school fight. The smaller dude was holding his own until the big guy head locked him. In any case, violence is a commodity best employed come springtime in defense of a beautiful girl's attention. Its a romantic thing.