August 2009
33 posts
WatchWithout fanfare, I slipped out of the party. I couldn’t say goodbye to Worstje and Mies; it was too difficult. They’ll always be with me, in my consciousness - whatever that means in a first, second, third or (infinite) life. And Hyper Inventor remained behind with them, carrying particles of my brief existence in Second Life.
“And I noticed as we moved in the Sandbox, the HYPER INVENTOR collected images of...”
WatchSometimes accepting gifts from strangers is a bad idea. Up into the sky and back down to the ground, I become one with a rocket.
“There were also acts of sabotage. Someone offered a gift which I accepted. ...”
“I love spending my last day with Worstje in the Sandbox. Like me, this space is...”
“I asked him whether or not he went to other virtual worlds and apparently he was...”
WatchSometimes friends remember the strangest things. Worstje uploaded videos of my first awkward movements. In the beginning I was so uneasy with myself, insecure and clueless. I was embarrassed when I first saw them. But now I actually think it’s quite funny.
WatchAnd my world spread outside of Second Life. Worstje made this video of us dancing. He said the choreography was from a well-known first life pop-star. It reminded me of the strange dancer I met earlier.
“Worstje has become my constant companion. Another avatar called him a...”
“While there were moments of absurdity, and there were also times of profound...”
WatchAnd I slipped into my own thoughts and forgot about what was around me. It almost felt as though I could leave my body.
WatchIn an instant spam poured from the sky. I was frozen and trapped in a deluge of racist rantings. Later, after being teleported out of the spam ring, I was told by Worstje that the anger was based on first world grudges.
WatchA weird dancer in my life.
Are his moves on default? I don’t hear any music to dance to.
“Then again, maybe speech is overrated. While the spoken word disappears, text...”
I dreamed of speaking. All I remember saying was:...
WatchThis last night is the only one that will last until past midnight. Tomorrow may be the end of the world… Or maybe it’s just the end of my world.
Default
I don’t understand why the word “fault” is in “default”. The people I meet seem to enjoy changing characters. Yet as much as I may feel that two days are not enough for me here, I still would like to spend them looking the way I have since my “birth”. I want to cherish my time here as much as possible, being able to get a sense of who I am, what I am...
“A subject for a great poet would be God’s boredom after the seventh day of...”
– Saw this quote on a wall, apparently by Friedrich Nietzsche
Which life? First? Second? Infinite?
I don’t really understand what they mean when they refer to first life and Second Life? What the f•%$ are they talking about? Life is life. You’re alive, and that’s it. Or is this all a game? Or maybe Worstje is a little mental when he speaks of his different lives? He does seem odd, but friendly and sincere too. I don’t think he would mess with my mind just because...
Accept your defaults
Seeing myself, I realize I’m content with this default look. A default life means less choice and more concentration. Will I have a default lunch today? Or will I build a default home? Will I grow default vegetables in my garden? Actually I hope so…
I’m not outstanding. I’m just default, and that’s okay.
