Weird Fiction

Once again, a metaphortean report from a humble embedded journalist.  One who is inspired always by the neuroaesthetically inclined creatures who populate this ficto-quizzical milieu.  Particular notes: this curious lot has recently regurgitated their theories of cine-molecular sabotage; aligning thoughts to quantum claims of scientists pursuing the cryptid-like Higgs Boson particle. As (((WFT))) explodes the space-time of material memories, physicists continue to agree that saving your ancestors from fated collisions is no cause for alarm, paradoxically speaking. In other words, as Denis Overbye relays in his recent NYTimes article The Collider, the Particle and a Theory About Fate, “In the case of the Higgs and the collider, it is as if something is going back in time to keep the universe from being hit by a bus.”

Arguably, the possibilities bandied about concerning “future influence” on the Large Hadron collider could also be construed as an anomolous extreme of planned obsolescence. Planned, or structured obsolescence operates by building in a limited time frame of usefulness for a product, ensuring the need for consumers to continually dispose the old and buy again a familiar but newer model. The reverse engineering manifest in creeping featurism reaches its logical limits with the time-travel theories concerning the LHC.  Not unlike an adventure safari into the Jurassic that obsolesces various models of the future with every haphazard step away from the presented path.

We could read all instances of obsolescence as actions of future operatives, butterfly effects orchestrated to endanger in advance would be stationary species. From beta decks to tasmanian tigers– each extinction at once opening up an alternative universe focused on the future, and marooning the residuals in lost worlds, memory holes and the shadowy spaces of network culture (or shadow cultures of networked spaces)

Space-time collisions indeed.  Miniature black holes and other claims of certain scientists pale in comparison to the chronovampiric conquest of our cosmos by uncertain cine-molecular missives as evidenced in the self-reflexive fragment hovering above.

Quantum physicists, in all their pedestrian theories about the hypothetical Higgs Boson and its alleged time-traveling mischief, have nothing on neuroaesthetes currently cavorting within Weird Fiction’s ficto-quizzical milieu.

Cine-molecular sabotage is a rogue anomaly operating in our midst, seeking entrance to this and other realms—including prominently the panopticonscious lifeworld of the immediated real and, as always, the fleshy-minds of mammals.  Alternate universes open up in the inframince, like an obliterati’s escape mechanisms made momentarily visible or, at least, providing a perverse morsel of nourishment for those with a taste for  non-normative neural cuisine.

The selfish cine-molecule is so abhorrent to conventional wisdom that  rippling backward through time and there subjecting derivative audio-visual terrain  to most officious invasions from the future is a common occurrence!  The cine-molecule, a microscopic mental vampire, embeds itself in the fabric of reality, weaponizing space/time in a kinesthetic battle for hearts and minds.

It is written in dried tea leaves,  caffeinated call signs, a faint cry from a fast-approaching future wherein Weird Fiction projectiles emerge as cine-molecular miasmas once again!   Erupting within the interplanetary, interdisicplinary, intersecting sound and sights of the Interplay.  September 18th at the Hipbone, and as is so often fabled, it is unfolding from the depths of that forestal haunt known as Portland, Earth

Sharpening of cine-molecular machetes, grooming of andalusian dogs and QWERTY keyboard at hand typing blindly as fast as you can, as fast as you can press the buttons, visual projectiles go careening into the crowd…or so it is written on the whisps of a Hertzian currrent:

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