Amongst the works in progress, I’m realizing there’s a very real path to madness in conspiracy. You begin to seek spurious connections and make irrational equations in everything.
Implausibity suddenly becomes possibility….the paranoia of numerology,a website that is a predictor to doomsday, the Illuminati, David-fucking-Icke. Its like a piss poor episode of the X Files-the ones after Mulder and Skully left.
And yet with the quagmire surrounding the Manson case, how can one damn so much such staggering coincidence?
Or are the elements merely the colliding threads of cosmic architecture, a sinister undercurrent with no purpose?
I walk this path daily, and I realise its not healthy, but eight to ten hours amongst the ravages of paintings,the unrelenting heat, the fumes and the shadow of Manson,will do that to you.
Speaking to a friend the other day about the series, I realized that wading through the mire of bullshit, is no different than setting a rationale for God-its like trying to fit chaos and happenstance into a divine plan for the a clandestine order of an omnipotent mind.
What a great title actually, perhaps it should be the name of the final piece . I am just over half way, With just two weeks to complete another six pieces.
I remind myself there’s enough insanity there.