charlie Boxcutter, a devoted inventor devotes his life to developing a time machine. In doing so he neglects his wife and child. over the years, his loved ones start feel deprived and disown charlie as a husband and father. charlie continues the production of the time machine. Charlie finishes the time machine and realises he fucked up and he loves his wife and kids and needs them more than any fortune or wisdom he could milk off the time machine. charlie goes back in time to tell his younger self to give up his aspirations of building a time machine and to cherish his family. younger charlie takes older charlie’s advice and in doing so, he erased the existance of the time machine along with the knowledge of the advice as he would not invent the machine and older charlie would never be able to warn younger charlie of his ultimate depravity. younger charlie invents the time machine and his family disowns him. the cycle continues.
i have spent all of my living digging an illuminated trench to die in. that if i am famous will deserve the luxury. each day is independently a sovereign attempt at becoming famous.
all celebrities are full of it when they say “fame is not as good as it seems”. it is an idyllic and beautiful indulgence. fame in itself is not the desirable facet but rather to be stylistic famous or famous for making something beautiful for example is what i want. or perhaps just to be remembered.
people would remember me if i blew up shopping mall
people would remember me if i blew up a church
people would remember me if i blew up a pet shop
people would remember me if i blew up an ambulence
the dead are the collateral of something being in motion or changing
i want to gather the straying souls of a train wreck and baste them into an ointment to sell on amazon
i want to stare at a mother and child rotting on the side of the wreck and cry thinking these helpless victims will be famous in a photograph.
is it better to be dead and famous? or alive and unpopular?
is nietzsche happy because he is famous or because he is dead?
Am i happy because of consumerism or delusion? is there any difference? do i even care? no no no. i am happy when i am famous.