Manifesto

Drafts from the Xerox Machine.

First Draft posted 15:46:37, January 18, 2002
This draft posted 12:30:41, February 17, 2025

1. I will harness the creativity of the dead.

I'm not an individual, I'm not original, I'm a xerox machine, a cursive reincarnation, a symptom and a sign of a philosophical theory. I offer proof that there is nothing original in this universe. When Picasso emerged from the Lascaux caves, he emerged from them saying of modern art, "We have discovered nothing". He could have said the same of me. The only thing that is real is the dirt beneath my nails as I crawl the tower blocks and gutters for a second hand thought.

2. I will ask obvious questions.

Did you ever find yourself walking down the street, and you'd see someone who looked like a friend or relative, but ten years older? Did you wonder if you'd been in a time warp and the world had advanced ten years without you knowing? Do you wonder why babies have no fear, and yet get nightmares? They haven't learned how to lie to themselves yet. What do they dream about? Ever get tired of the same old words, but every time you use new ones people think you are mad? Are you the person you thought you would be, should be or even could be? Can you choose your delusions?

3. I will fail at giving answers.

I have nothing to offer but confusion. The cult of the individual is over. Anyone still subscribing will be vacuum packed. Today is your chance to enlist in the idiom of culture. Embrace the world and all who sail through space on it. We are haunted not by ghosts, but by reflections that don’t know our names.