....(hopefully) a compilation of text communications between ///friend+inspiration+architects (rodrigo diaz + norberto miranda) and me
the house of the myscelium.... a tridimensional object of inhabitation that mimics more the underground/ undermined habits of the fungi... more related to decay and death than life under the capitalistic sphere (read living)... a constant reborn... the emergence of the immiment...an object that demands inactivity to exist... to swell (flower or emerge)... what if 'the room of one's own' only exists in the afterlife/alterlife .... the space where nightmare/dream inhabit... the tumor only exists to guard my sleep...i only inhabit the tumor when i need to rest... comfort is only praised when i can no longer stand... i lay ...not lie... (down)... an osified structure supports life... death, holds the weight of life...
a joint that has undergone artificial/controlled processes to achieve fruition... in order to sustain peso muerto... and death is not, since it holds life... a growing medium robust enough to nourish organic life... which in the [{(not)near} future] could nourish you/me... calculated restraint ... porpousfully placed to be consumed by a system bigger than itself.... (the individual).... engulfing forces of symbiosis... assimilation & imposition.... and all the way around... symbolism and reconfiguration, mental and spatial... existing here, devised elsewhere and commonly (mis)understood... x number of heads, stating different opinions bound by a fine thread of ignoring each other... a moment of consolidation whithout physical interaction... an age that makes impossibility feasible... and ... if reality materializes can you inhabit it? Is it mine or yours?... does it have the ability to render property meaningless? can the tumors multiply?... does the fungi extend?... does death achieve it's character of life giver?... and life its meaning through death?... and in amongst the nonsensical, life changes...
and my activities extend to meandering the forest and finding meaning in the assimilation rather than extending in the realm of fake growth... my career and bank account become stagnant and full of bacteria finding life in the putrid new world, where life evolves without it... come play... play where an idea that offers nothing but proximity to the song of birds and cluttering of the leaves, where rain not only clashes on the roof but sieves through the soil to hit the real mycelium, not it's future dreamlike analogy... the unknown/unexplored and uncomprehended... a series of dots (neurotransmitters) attempting to find synapses in an orchestra of {dis(ordered)} "chaos"... this is an invitation... and a text written just after we hang up... thanks for sharing your time, electronic cigarette and distant interaction
...discalimer... this object must be conceived as dwelling that doesn't abide to the average regulatory standards of a "normal dwelling" because more important than the activities is conceived to house is the argument it implies...in order to become a conversational strategy to help reevaluate parameters of "desirable" living mechanisms...