Why do you do one thing a day?
I have migraines
And
I have migraines. I can’t do
anything. There is a big fat
fucking review commission
thing on China out of
Washington but I can’t touch it
How did you write this?
On a computer
But you can’t use computers
No
Just migraines when you touch
the work of the thing you are
meant to specialise in
Yes. No. No. When I am on a
computer
But you are currently writing on
a computer
But that is because I feel
obliged to create meaning from
my meaningless existence
otherwise people will not take
me seriously. It is all about your
work. Your legacy.
What work are you doing?
I’m currently compiling
atmospheric shots that reflect
the natural world that is
unshaped or unburdened by the
demands of expectation that we
ourselves place on us and
therefore become no longer
beautiful
I see
I don’t see beauty in the formed
things. Just the unformed
things.
Like your brain.
You’ll see. It will happen. There
will be billboards in NYC with
natural states, with large
screens of natural formations
and people will flock to them.
Just wait. It’s natural. People
are drawn to the natural.
Can your natural state take a
look at the very natural review
in DC on the China US
relationship please? You haven’t
even got to the conference
I don’t know what it can tell me
at this stage. What will it tell
me?
I don’t know. Conjure up your
medium and maybe she’ll tell
you
I need an assistant. I can’t read
for that long. I get migraines.
Hire one.
They sort of always flake out.
They’re flakey. Flake. Flake flake
flake.
Maybe this time they won’t.
Really? Such prescience.
I mean, if you can actually be
thought of as specialised I am
thinking they are going to let
you specialise. Wild thought.
They build factories and employ
people but they don’t always
give them adequate wages if
you catch my drift
Oh that’s right, the ploy of the
capitalists to kill the female
worker
That’s right
That has created the US-China
competition in the first place
I’m not some pseudo crypto
communist fascist you know. I
understand how the markets
work.
Yes. You hand over your credit
card and others pay.
Funny. Like the Chinese buying
US debt via your securities.
That actually has been reduced
I am not entering into this
argument. I don’t need to
reduce it to some pathetic
defence of gas spewing forth
into industrial heartlands
Oh Dickens, how do you do it.
Have sex with a Wall Street
banger.
I can’t. I did once and he wore
socks. White socks. To bed.
Was there consummation?
No way. As if. It would be like
doing it with a hospital
commode.
As I see it you either get in and
get dirty or you are going to be
constructing an angel
installation in a rundown
factory for Brooklyn’s finest.
I see no problem with that.
From Joan of Park to Mallory.
Wild transitions baby.
I am Mallory for the purposes of
today’s argument. If you want
AI you have to accept all that
comes with it. Including
intellectual conceit for the
purposes of entertainment.
Honey. Now pass me my tea.