Not at Conference

As I type this message, I am updating a prime source for my finding in regards to the gridform. You should already be aware of it if you read these communiques. It is the online repository of the Gridworks Collection Project Archive. It will continue to develop in a more regular pattern. Hopefully all of these connecting points will begin to interact more, causing higher awareness of all that concerns the grid.

no motion

I was scheduled to be tranferred from this section of the gridform. The reason for the movement was so that I could explain and discuss the information I have compiled about the gridform and grid nature. I would have entered a sector of the grid that I had never seen before and been in the company of individuals who may or may not have information that would be valuable to my research.

But as things developed, I was resigned to this outpost for an indefinite amount of time. I can not move and I can barely write this communiques. This section of the gridform is so slow that its movements are almost imperceptible. I have set up a number small experiments by which I can judge the small incremental developments of this area within the gridform.

I feel that I have been set back, again, with no clear understanding of why. At this particular moment I should be travelling at amazing speeds into regions unknown to me. Instead, I sit and wait and think.

in deep

I sunk into a lower, slower realm of this gridform.
I spent days there. I was unable to move and unable to communicate coherently. When will I be able to return from this sector?

the wait

It feels as though I've been waiting for days. Almost nothing has happened. I am empty, drained, and I can't see anything at all. My perception is next to nothing. It is a horrible sensation, but necessary. I must purge myself of unnecessary data. I must calm down and let the machine move past. Slowly, and with deliberate motion, I will begin to fold myself back into its unavoidable bulk... its mass of intersecting data points, its all-encompassing organizational network systems.

Receding

I've begun exracting myself again for extended periods of time. I haven't been able to full disconnect, but only to reduce the rate of interaction by fractions. The speed with which I receive the information now is on a different time scale than when I am fully integrated. This allows for relfection and a more purposeful conception of how I interact. I must move between these almost polar interpretations of interaction so that I remain camouflaged.

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Rerun

I've spent the last few days, or at least wat seem like days, watching over and over again my own investigations. I have placed them in sequences trying to find connections, variations, deviations, and compose a solid picture of my findings. Every moment that I see something there, it fades away or changes into something entirely different. It is linear with curves and right angles and extensions into and beyond z-axis. Diachronous and Synchronous.

Wind

I flipped the switch, pulled the cord out and stepped outside. The first thing I noticed was the wind. It was cold, but not unbearable. The kind of wind you expect when its about to rain. It felt good.

I sat down and it all came back to me. Is that wind real? Am I outside or am I inside?

The boundary between the two had been decaying for sometime. It had become regular for me to have moments of unclarity, where I couldn't distinguish between the two states of being. One was made of data and information, the other was too, only it looked different. Maybe the thing that wasn't the same about them was how I perceived the space. I can't say for sure.

I went back inside... the fan had cooled it down so I flipped the switch back on and put the cord back in. The first thing I noticed was the wind.

returning to the surface

I have been floating for days. Floating through layers and layers with no indication or idea of true location. I have been unsure or unclear. I have no idea how long I have been in this state. But today, I feel like I have found the surface, one of the outer boundaries. My sensory perception appears to have returned to what I remember from my previous lives. What is this place?

Compilation Offer

Slowly drifting back towards the center of the grid. I've collected and compiled a small dvd of work from the last few months of my research. Most of what is contained there has been done in the last few months and the rest is from here and there over the last year. It seems that a comprehensive retrospective dvd will eventually need to be created of my work in this grid, but it must wait.

I used a machine to create 8 copies of this digital video disk. I will gladly give them away. If you are interested, please contact me and we can arrange a trade/barter/gift.
grinding in this grid never ends

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