life is viral. everything comes from somewhere else; everything comes of something else. even what’s unique does. everything is unique.
thoughts come from somewhere else, sometimes they get combined and something new emerges, but it’s still a viral movement. life’s movements, its patterns and logistics – all is functioning according to the logic of the virus. inspiration means: open yourself to the epidemiologic, viral character of the world itself. the world makes its music, using me as a person, when i play the guitar, program my computer, compose these pieces – it’s all a matter of the world folding in on itself, reflecting upon itself. it’s all new and it’s all used.
broken and battered, intimate and tender, ugly and quite pretty, too. it was already there, but i made it sound a certain way and hold together by a certain manner. and even that manner probably came from somewhere else; it must have.