Your name is a statement of death and affirmation in a single breath, dig? I think this is somehow related to your total disregard for punctuation in writing, a desire for continuous breath, an inhale which is an exhale, a living and dying simultaneously - at the same time or outside of time. When performed, when read, this style becomes obviously unsustainable for there is no way that a human being can read continuously forever without pause. The mind can't keep up - the mind of the reader nor the mind of the listener - and the meanings begin to break down and melt into a continuous flow of associations that are not so much like the perpetual phlegm and bile of life-juices so much as the flavor of linguistic digestive enzymes: the articulations break down into primary babbles, protozoan poems, primary signifiers singing meanings that have lost all color and soul. The psychology of your reading is manic, the affect one of hysteria, but perhaps this is only due to the speed of your delivery... at a slower pace the unfolding of words ad infinitum may become an undulatory bath of mother tongue coaxing, a gentle larynx cooing of the archetypal cocoon within us all, a slow swirling syllogism for the interstice separating all these concrete things which drag us down to the murky depths. Punctuation has a function of creating time and articulating space, so when you remove them - remove the marks that is - you are declaring war on memory and demanding anarchy of semiotic architectures, and this is very confrontational, although not necessarily aggressive. My personal opinion on the matter - the matter of punctuation - the matter which is to say material which is to say the insertion of the physical marks of full stops and half breaths which are in fact no material at all - is that most people are not assertive enough in their speech in general, with the result being that so much more is said than needs to be uttered with far too little meaning permeating the manifold than could be proliferated, and all this is just a real fucking shame wo/man. So I encourage you to throw out the marks and keep the words flowing, but I also wonder what your intent is, if you are trying to articulate a new clarity or scramble some old eggs, to take up the reins or lay down the whip, or some other action or perhaps non action. No judgment, just a question of engagement.

I read this article about the principle that learned hypnosis on the internet and tried in his mind to help his struggling young pupils by brainwashing them into a cleaner fragrance of being and I have many opinions on the manner... about my excitement at the prospects of hypnosis to actually influence minds, the acceptance of the institution and government and mainstream media in recognizing its potential to do so and even applying a legality to its conduct, my appreciation of the guerilla tactics of the principle in taking the responsibility of direct human influence into his own hands... and also other opinions about how fucking absurd it is to learn a powerful trance-inducing procedure through a dislocated screen, how dim and ignorant the writer of the article and all the parents interviewed therein sound in allotting so much credit to the principle as the wrongdoer without recognizing the haptic potentials of the youth themselves fucking goddamn ageist fucks that think adolescents need to be protected and ruled by some centralized state authority fuck you dad and fuck that shit, how there was no clear description of what exactly "hypnosis" consists of or how it is defined by the students or the legal ruling body or by anyone in fact, so there is this assumption that we all know what it is without any kind of description and this just fucking broods ignorance.... and here's the part you really don't want to hear: how this article is directed towards creating a mood and mode of fear and paranoia in the reader, creates a negative bias against a potential powerful psychological method, spectacularizes the plight of these small-town-hard- working-blue-collar-true-grit-mcdonalds-guzzling-footballing-dateraping-supposedlyinnocenteverydaypeople because a couple of teenagers died oh me oh my they had such great potential little Jimmy was gonna grow up and go to Juliard and play his guitar in front of thousands of privileged white people and impress the world with his youtube videos combining stairwaytoheaven with j.s.bach to further instigate the stagnation of western civilization oh me oh my little Suzie loved kittens and was so good at mathematics and she was gonna grow up and design an app that turns your profile picture into a kitten face and makes the world's water supply smell like kittens and just procreate so many greatnesses and wonders and oh let's not forget the wonderful athlete who was so good at fucking football and riding his bicycle and was sponsored by some company to sell more products to more naive people starving for the next hero representing the next wonder toy to consume, and forget about the hundreds of thousands of refugees hiding in the backs of fruit trucks and jumping on the back of cargo trains as they flee war and oppression running towards the Scandinavian countries and forget about all the fucking terrors of war that Jimmy's dad is building every day in the little factory down the street but it's so good for the economy and forget about the fact that we have already cured cancer back in the 1930's with clean water and clean food but all these goddamn mathematicians are inventing so many new goddamn agricultural war machines and plant poisons that all the brown rice is tainted with arsenic and all the iodine-containing seaweeds are full of petroleum distillates and all the water has fluoride added for your dental health and all these goddamn apps running on all these goddamn screens that are keeping us informed of the war machines and the arsenic rice and the evil rogue hypnotherapist principles murdering teenagers in bumfucknowhere are the things that are really giving us cancer and feeding us garbage and we are all always doing it willingly and it's up to us to stop, to turn it off, to look away, to look towards a way of living and talking and dealing with the wondrous unknowns of the universe that procreates positivity - and I don't mean some fucking new age sham positivity about lycra fetishes and green smoothies, but some authentic cool dry collected realistic perspective concerning how fucked up the world is and some calm realizations about how we may be passively contributing to the mass hysterias and some surgically precise cosmically powerful carefully considered and thoroughly worked out methodologies for how to get our asses into action to do something about it.

Rants rants rants. I'm not trying to preach to you, just to remind myself about the reality we are dealing with here, to point out the layers and the options. Although you didn't say so, I have a feeling that you were getting yourself worked up about the terrors of the deaths and the tragedy of the world and I'm trying to encourage you not to do that, not to get swept away with the spectacle, but to use that empathy and that attention towards getting yourself (or all of us if you have a savior complex) to some greener pastures, of the earth or of the mind, and if you don't believe they exist then get your hands dirty and try to build something here - right here - with what we have left.

Before I left the fjord I went for a drive with ___, way out as far as the road could go out there on the Northern side of the fjord, out towards that abandoned house that ___ was so enamored with. We drove out there past the edge of the world out to some other edge of some other world and as we stood there on a pile of bloody sheep skins that were washed up on shore next to the house full of ghosts looking out onto the ocean towards Europe listening to the sounds of the crystalline water splash against the smooth granite eyeball boulders I thought oh how picturesque and perfect it all was, just like the pictures, just like a picture but better than a picture because this was filling all my senses not just the visual. On the drive home we talked about how there was no going back, and I don't mean the house - either the house that was rotting out there on the tip of the fjord or the HEIMA house which was given a new life through hard work and clear vision - but I mean that there's no going back to the way the world was before. Shit is fucked up and will only get more fucked up and we both agreed that there is very little either of us can do about it: we laughed about how absurd it is to claim to be an environmentalist, to fight corporations or political parties, and all the rest... not from a state of cynicism or depression, but just a clear calm sharing in an understanding of what is really important, which is to build something for ourselves now, here, while we can, because there's no going back and there's nothing else to do. This was a profound conversation for me, although subtle, and I shit you not it changed something in me which was teetering on the edge for a long time, and now I'm really convinced that I don't give a shit about living my life according to this corrupt manual that leads towards fame or fortune or even modern prosperity or even sustainability now with eco friendly color schemes and designer compost bins, but I only care about building something real and powerful and doing it as soon as fucking possible. It's a desperate time, but not because people are hysterical or the environment is fucked or the apocalypse is upon us - all of which may also be true, from a certain point of view - but because my life is continuing and I have to wake up everyday to make decisions as to how to conduct myself and I don't want to be a martyr, to lay down or give up, or be a part of anything that I don't believe in completely, and if that means that I need to walk out there to the edge of the world where no one will find me or ever see me again then fine.

So... about Stockholm. Fuck it. I'm quitting my job and moving to the fjord to help ___ and ___ build their new house and make a shit load of crazy music and radical art and visionary ideas manifest and then I'm going to not go back but only go forward and continue building things that have meaning and trying my best to keep my head out of the shit and stay sane in this otherwise insane world. I recommend you do the same. Stay in Iceland longer if you can so we can hang out more and have more conversations about photography and politics and all the other really important shit that we should be involving ourselves with and for fucks sake stop reading the goddamn news and filling your mind with all the senseless tragedies and idiocies of the world because your mind is capable of greater things than misplaced empathy for bodies without organs.

I'm really into your photography and want to see more of it. I'm going to design a website for myself inspired by your go-getter can-do attitude. What was that book again? That book of photography? I want to read it. I want to write a manifesto against photography for all the photographers of the world because I think it's a form of mind control, like hypnosis, very much like that in fact, and working in a very similar way, to put us all into a trance while we're driving with a strange look on our faces until boom fuck we're dead.