Perhaps this latest vector of Metaphortean Research will be of interest to the (((WFT))) clientele, too:

At once a meditation in the paranormal and a mediation moving alongside, beside, near, next to other phenomena, this is high dynamic range imagining. Informed by any number of vistas filtered by pollutants to produce a picturesque shift of values, this paramediation has its head in the clouds.

Atmospheric perspective relies on the interaction of spheres, evocation of tone poems, the persistence of gray areas and the notion, following an artist in the information environment, that “history is spatial” and that “there are going to be anachronisms in your neighborhood.”

This excursion will employ as its aide, a photo-document of a UFO in Mcminnville, Oregon circa 1950.

The Noosphere, a soft haziness modifying all other spheres, offers gradual gliding in the distance. Out of primordial depths, an extra-sensory meshwork with modules so intricate and numerous as to appear in shifting gradient, or moiré. Synchronicities as our witness, this grey goo scenario long ago consumed us, an ostensibly benevolent (or at least indifferent) form of auto-ecophagy: a gut-feeling or deja vu.

The Videosphere amplified this meandering miasma, attuning us tonally. Contrasting the fleeting memories of the mind by bringing out definition in rolling hills, sleeping giants to some, “timid giants” in Mcluhan’s terms. At any rate vision at a distance , no longer mere premoniton, but an offering of “a completely new video environment and image-exchange life-style, (Youngblood, Expanded Cinema) just over yonder.

The combined blogo/vlogospheric presence champions the familiar technological trappings of the networked landscape. Lines of flight/sight crisscrossing, darkened with proximity and displaced only by the suggestion of echo-phagy, seen/scene here as a mnemonic shelter of sorts, memory palace admidst weeds whilst still firmly roofed. One wonders if this is an epitome of server farming, a pastoral tone poem or idyll/idle/idol

In the sky: the cipher, the consequences of worlds colliding/colluding, or an impulsive break in the code, a sferic , whistler, sounding the alarm on so many techno-imaginaries.

An anachronism in the neighborhood while judgement is out to lunch and/or the pre-mature arrival of a future shadow: The Clogosphere.