Observer Monogram Luke Dorny

009 Fountain of Truth

I’d invented it all before. I knew I had. It’s all right here in front of me.

 

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The construction of the Eiffel Tower, Paris, France; 2010

The strangest thing is how it was created. That goes for all of it: you, me, the paths we’re on, the events as they occured, now, and what will take place.

It’s 3:32 AM. I woke up from a fairly fitful sleep as my stomach is queezy and I can’t trace why. What did I eat? Not important. I need to write it all down right now for the record. The record? It’s already here. All of it. What you thought, all archived in visual blocks of a liquid that take shape right before our eyes.

We can no longer look away. It’s been created and it won’t go away. It’s not made of anything but a transparent shape in space which documents our every thoughts, actions, interactions, and it doesn’t lie.

I must go back a few minutes. The moment it all happened. It started so quickly, and honestly I fear for what it means to all of us. Let me explain.

I’m here, typing on the laptop, it’s dark, the light of the screen bouncing off my nose and into the corner of my eyes, but it won’t go away: the shapes. It keeps circling back to the now, from when it all started. Everything we do and have done are a never-ending architecture of ethereal shapes connected like tinker-toys to the next. From here, a trail goes back to where I was before, I was downtown, shopping for groceries, that’s a block. It took up a certain amount of time, but the shape connects with everyone else’s to create a structure that represents time. It reveals everything about where we were, what we were doing, who we met, and our minds continue to fill in the holes that are unexplained.The path assumes certain ideas, as they could match up with the activities and thoughts of others, and where they overlap, entire events are exposed with all the details. It feels a bit neurotic to me that this would bother anyone, but as it all begins to unfold, the dark nature of ourselves seems to creep out with the parts that are good. When the assumed connections trigger a memory that matches, the connections continue like spilled ink, leading into more records of time. Holes of time, filled in the second a person thinks back to those moments, and it keeps going. It’s filling up this space. That discussion about another person, a bad relationship, a death, an exposed thought of invention, a few kind words, a red street light ignored by a careless driver, an accident, who’s responsible, why it happened,… ALL recorded now.

Oh, no. For example, I didn’t think this would be bad, I mean, it’s filling in all the unknowns of eachother’s lives. On the other hand, I’m seeing that the result is that we all know and can see every little thing. Big blocks are events that affect many, and the structure is getting larger, obscuring the beauty of the world.

So, it was yesterday, it was supposed to fill in blanks based on our thoughts, but now it shows events as physical floating blocks, blocks that drip and ooze into lines that flow out from our minds, just looking for another connection to one of our memories, and our ability to recall events from memory is clouding our ability to focus on the possibilities and exciting projects of the future.

Now it’s being connected all over, it covers everything, shapes upon shapes of connected shapes, which explain the moment when this invention happened. I was there, I think, wait, I know I was there. I saw it when we hit the “GO” button on it. We had no idea what would come of it really. But now that the truth is exposed that I was involved in it’s creation exposes me as a person that has a disregard for the secrets of others.
In a moment you’ll see that all of the bits that create the unknown world of everyone around you is exposed for what it is. Everything. It’s all out in the open and you can see it all.

I mean, that was the idea, but look at it. Look at it. It’s ugly, it removes our ability to decide what we’d like to know and what we prefer to not know.

It’s too late, though.

Following the trail back as we are, a fast rewind, I was in my car, leaving the office, I entered my car, I put on my coat, I shook everyone’s hand, I threw away my paper cup, I got up from my desk, I pushed the…Oh! We’re back at the moment of invention, but I’m only observing the push of the button, with everyone around, clapping, smiling, approving of something that was, wait… Was it me? I couldn’t remember clearly enough, but the blocks assumed this moment happened just so. Now someone else is following their mental path to create their own structure and it is proving that it was not me alone.

We all had a part in it. What have we done? Why did we think this would be a good thing? Our ability to choose who we are and what we become, all out in the open, for everyone to see, but it’s so hauntingly distracting that I can’t seem to enjoy the now. Not anymore. Look at it.

The Knowing. Make it go away.

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This was a dream I had last night. I woke and couldn’t sleep. It seemed so real i ran through the dream in vocalized words just to see if it made sense. It doesn’t, but the dream was so real and I couldn’t sleep. So here you have it. I couldn’t get back to sleep until 5am.

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  • Gravatar for Shane Shane http://www.shaneguymon.com 1

    from Austin, TX left this bit 6 years, 2 months ago on 2011 03 04

    FIRST POST!

    I love documenting my dreams (when I remember them). The entire time I was reading this, I was thinking, “What is this THING!” Just to get to the end as still be in the dark.

  • Gravatar for Luke Dorny Luke Dorny http://lukedorny.com 2

    the Forklift Driver from Seattle, WA left this bit 6 years, 1 month ago on 2011 04 01

    It’s one of the strangest things to document dreams. One of the problems is that once you try to document the concepts, because that’s mostly what they are, they tend to solidify in your mind, although the actual process of “solidifying” them warps the real idea behind them. Documenting the dreams actually distort them beyond what you’re able to keep. At the end of writing this post I still didn’t think I had put it down in an understandable way, but it still felt important enough to post.

    I think it was a thing about sharing locations, documenting it in the cloud and the lawsuits about facebook location and privacy settings that had been discussed the day before.

  • Gravatar for Shane Shane http://www.shaneguymon.com 3

    from Austin, TX left this bit 6 years ago on 2011 05 17

    Totally agree that as you attempt to document a dream it solidifies in your mind. The solidifying distorts the dream, so it’s difficult to capture the fluidness of the dream, because as you become more aware of the fact that it was a dream the less any of it makes real sense.

    Your post was pretty darn entertaining to read.

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