m.t. whitington


A force majeure, female catalyst, futurist, polemicist, psychonaut, epistemologist. Ruminating between the lines with a clarion call and extreme unction.  A global writer with southern roots.


Moment

Moment

 

Green disk from PHI phenomenon / changes color in the middle of its trajectory./ Prove

loss of consciousness while processing / turn red. / Past and future are not what they seem. 

Your senses deceive you, / time slices! / Consciousness is not a continuous stream. 

Lasting 400ms / you lose consciousness every minute of every day, / a real dream groove. 

What is the discrete duration of a  percept? / Touch wrist now elbow, the rabbit hops./ brave, 

unconscious processing in the gap. / Moment / Consciousness is not a continuous stream. 

Reality is what we are ignorant of! / Still time’s arrow, / do we not march from birth to grave? 

Three months / the colors of Tuscany brushed up to lost tracks of time/ on sunny seas. 

Venice Tyrannian blues to Greecian white. / Landscape is metaphor, / sweet temporal feet. 

In The End, Physics is Dead!

In The End, Physics is Dead!

Kobe Station

Kobe Station