taking advantage of the virus’ minimoog filters for a little jam session
took me like 2 seconds, have to quantize because my playing sucks :I
Amazing, I absolutely love stuff like this.
For those who don’t know, in 5 Centimeters Per Second, Akari & Takaki’s childhood setting is based on the real world Shinjuku, Tokyo, which interesting enough, is also the setting of Director Makoto Shinkai’s latest work Garden of Words, the areas shown in 5CM/S is just about few miles away from Shinjuku Goyen, the main setting of Garden of Words.
Images source from a blog where a photographer who resides Shinjuku and took interest of the locations.
My remix for the Gary Numan, “Love Hurt Bleed” remix competition. It is a really cool track and I had a lot of fun remixing it. I was able to come up with something that did not follow any specific genre.
Source: SoundCloud / Ailurus
Meaning In The Great Stellar Void
The older I get, the more I am amused at the egos of others. I wish I hadn’t called myself ‘The Amazing Atheist’. That name is such a holdover from the days when I used to think I was better than everyone else. Now I realize that all human beings, including me, are essentially the same. The differences between us are superficial. Noticeable only to ourselves. To an outsider looking in, we’d be no more diverse than the members of a particular species of insect.
Despite this sentiment, I have people I love. And care about. And I would do anything to protect them. Not because I rationally believe that they are special, but because I subjectively feel that they are special. And I would rather subjectively love someone than objectively know that they’re just another primate struggling to make sense of an increasingly bizarre world.
My mind is, like all other minds, a model of reality. The reality of the world. The reality of myself. The reality of others. I can’t truly see who someone else is by looking at them. Or talking to them. Or fucking them. Or being fucked by them. Or anything else. I can only think I know them. I can only wish I knew them. But I never will truly know them, because I don’t experience the world as they do. But I experience them as I do. And they experience me as they do. And sometimes the experience seems to sync. Sometimes I say something that I think is crazy that no one else will understand and someone does. They follow it. They comprehend it. They feel it. And then I think to myself, “But we’re just primates on a rock in the endless darkness of a cold universe that wouldn’t so much as blink if our entire species was obliterated in one violent cosmic event! How can there be meaning here on the edge of this razor—in the obscurity of this backwater planet we call earth. A spec of dust. A pinprick in fabric that stretches out to infinity. How can there be any meaning here?”’
And yet, I feel the meaning daily. My mind teems with it. Especially when I stand in the presence of my earthly goddesses and gods and worship at the altar of their desires. I feel meaning in every word. I see significance in every act or gesture or thought or feeling. My brain tells me, “There’s no meaning here.” But I don’t believe it. I know I will die. I know everyone I love will die. I know my entire species will die. I know that even this universe will one day die. Nothing is permanent. And nothing serves any higher purpose. Yet, the meaning persists. The significance is unaffected by these facts. Because this is not reality. No one knows reality. This is only MY MODEL of reality. And everyone has one. Things like meaning are up to each one of us. If you want to live darkness, then you will live in darkness. If you want to live in the light, there’s one right there in your head.