0:2:28: There is no need for police at the pole. No code has been established. All prior i’s embellishing the house of i who create i & i is we. LUCirce comes to us in a dream as tuna canned by Darwin himself. We come on the spot where recombinant mammoth bones & fossilized stare-shit are collected as «REMnant specimens» then re-projected on a screen lashed to the shattered ribs of the prior ark. Call us armchair geologists. The movie moves us in ways we didn’t know we could be moved (in reference to a 2-d inertial frame).
0:2:29: The return of recognizant mammoth is marked by drainage post Z placed at the pole & set to (0, 0). We police ourselves counter to clockwise. The constant law of forcible relocation is all we obey, for now, forever grappling at t = 0. Ticks branch off & attach themselves to our sleeves, but we remain ourselves, puddling & draining simultaneously. The leeway between discrete units of space (time included) or language won’t hold water. The second we articulate new points residing between graphemes they become newsworthy.
￼0:2:30: Here’s where we will be relocated to, which is to say we won’t know until after. In the blueprints there’s no difference between aft & bow, port & starboard. S-herd circles π-hole for 40 nights. The marching forms a standing wave pattern on the [d]esigns for a circular ark bridge. The [d]-nodes are denoted by nesting loons. 1st we need to follow the archived «corraling» protocol in the Herder’s Almanac, with sheep assigned to police the imaginary fence. The π -hole coordinates for the ghost post of father mast is committed to the DB.
￼0:2:31: Before the vanity of ever reaching the pole is reached, we assign an arbitrary number S = entropy. The recreation of initial conditions (a.k.a. sex) need be established. We «learn the ropes» & knots necessary for tying our selves to the mast. The rules of culling & restraint need be replicated & archived as manifest. In the interim, we eat those that got us here for reasons of economy. Arcs of light bridge our tongues & teeth & dissipate into Adam’s apple. Those without tongues or teeth are taken to the bridge to fend for themselves.
To learn more about the project, read an interview with Calamari Press publisher Derek White here.
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