WeAreComplicated

A complicated blog about searching for something through videogames, music, cinema, manga, books and useless questions. Because when you know exactly what you are searching for, it's more difficult to find it.

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28 dicembre 2012

Another 4 or 10 or 670 hours like those and probably i could fall in this thing


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26 dicembre 2012

Let's try this and see what we could find, hidden in the infinite chaos of the invisible paths that we should not follow, because of our premonitory dreams


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Questo blog è nato da una precisa esigenza di ricerca e sfogo, i contenuti sono volutamente esagerati, sgrammaticati, snob, supponenti e antipatici, drammaticamente videoludici, superficiali e introspettivi, finti e reali. Come mi è stato suggerito da una persona densa: "Sei un neo-situazionista misantropo indiesnob dadaista, inutile tentare, sei incompatibile con gli altri". E' tutto vero. Forse. Maybe i'm doing it just for the LULZ.



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Creation seems to come out of imperfection. It seems to come out of a striving and a frustration. And this is where I think language came from. I mean, it came from our desire to transcend our isolation and have some sort of connection with one another. And it had to be easy when it was just simple survival. Like, you know, "water." We came up with a sound for that. Or "Saber-toothed tiger right behind you." We came up with a sound for that. But when it gets really interesting, I think, is when we use that same system of symbols to communicate all the abstract and intangible things that we're experiencing. What is, like, frustration? Or what is anger or love? When I say "love," the sound comes out of my mouth and it hits the other person's ear, travels through this Byzantine conduit in their brain, you know, through their memories of love or lack of love, and they register what I'm saying and they say yes, they understand. But how do I know they understand? Because words are inert. They're just symbols. They're dead, you know? And so much of our experience is intangible. So much of what we perceive cannot be expressed. It's unspeakable. And yet, you know, when we communicate with one another, and we feel that we've connected, and we think that we're understood, I think we have a feeling of almost spiritual communion. And that feeling might be transient, but I think it's what we live for.
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