Вообще-то я искал жанр Нон-фикшн. Потому что седьмое небо нашлось в этой форме. Это произведение пишется уже более двух лет и много автобиографического материала ещё лежит в открытом дневнике ВК.
Всё началось с инструкции по изготовлению бумажного объёма рисунка на обложке. Кстати, точная дата, 23 сентября 2013, публикации самого первого эскиза будущих ступенек внутрь себя или к Трезвости известна.
Дату изготовления объёмного бумажного эскиза искать не буду. Просто в анонсе скажу, где она написана - опубликовал товара в посТТапо-чном ВК-магазине... Ссылка и промо код один - сbis6Y.
И вот пришла пора детально проработанные 3D-модельки изготавливать из разных материалов, под разными углами, в разных методиках и техниках. Ну, я и не удержался от философии. Прям бесконечная лестница в небо получилась!
Книги #nonfiction
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"We are like astronauts, forever stranded in orbit, who, having relinquished all hope of returning to Earth, begin to perceive the icy, lifeless splendor of the starry sky as their new home. And in this acceptance lies a certain, bitter freedom."
A child draws the sun as a circle with rays. A scientist sees it as a raging thermonuclear inferno. Where does true reality reside? This is a journey from Husserl's phenomenology to Baudrillard's simulacra, from Plato's cave to the server racks of social networks. An essay on how we learned to live in a labyrinth with no exit, and why, knowing it to be a simulation, we still persist in drawing a warm sun. Perhaps this very gesture constitutes the last bastion of the human.
Why... a mushroom?
In an era of digital noise and emotional overload, we seek silence — and find it in a glass jar. This is not a pet in the conventional sense. It doesn't meow, doesn't ask to be walked, and leaves no fur on your trousers. It simply bubbles. Kombucha, a symbiosis of yeast and bacteria, becomes the ideal roommate for the weary city dweller: alive, yet silent; demanding only a drop of tea and a moment of attention. Why have we domesticated the process of fermentation? What does this say about our loneliness, our longing for the analog, and our search for connection without commitment? This text is a deep journey into the world of slow life, where a pet doesn't bark, but breathes carbon dioxide, and care becomes a meditation.
Аллегоричная притча о том, как защищать смысл: Круг, простое правило и ежедневное служение без имён сильнее любых лент и лестниц тщеславия. Венки — в пепел, имена — в воду. Тогда сомнение теряет власть.
Imagine: you are offered the perfect steak. It looks flawless, smells appetizing, but it is made of soy. There is no history of a bull grazing on grass, not a drop of blood, not a single sinew. It is empty.
This is precisely what is happening today with works generated by artificial intelligence. They are sleek, striking, but behind them there is no soul, no life, no accidental sun flare in the frame. These are “soy creations” — simulacra that never had a singular original.
And so we stand on the threshold of a new world. A world where:
A documentary can be shot without leaving home.
A stuntman no longer risks his life for the perfect stunt.
Any fantasy can be realized by a single team.
Sounds like utopia? But there is a price to pay. Our reality will begin to feel nauseated by this perfect, yet tasteless, digital food. ...Or will it?
The reflections are presented within.