days of wine and eclipse but something else was in the air
i keep getting caught in ontology
following from around 1994
DEATH ON THE NET
PING jefferson.village.virginia.edu: 56 data bytes
----jefferson.village.virginia.edu PING Statistics----
29 packets transmitted, 0 packets received, 100% packet loss
1 xenyn-eid-E0.nyc.access.net (198.7.0.126) 2 ms 2 ms 2 ms
2 sewer-S1-T1.nyc.access.net (166.84.64.10) 5 ms 4 ms 3 ms
3 transit.nyc.access.net (166.84.0.98) 5 ms 5 ms 4 ms
4 144.228.2.193 (144.228.2.193) 12 ms 12 ms 12 ms
5 sl-dc-8-F0/0.sprintlink.net (144.228.20.8) 18 ms 17 ms 15 ms
6 icm-dc-1-F0/0.icp.net (144.228.20.101) 29 ms 29 ms 13 ms
7 icm-fix-e-H2/0-T3.icp.net (192.157.65.122) 25 ms 109 ms 38 ms
8 sura9-fix-cf.sura.net (192.203.229.9) 17 ms 13 ms 18 ms
9 sura8-ext-cf.sura.net (192.221.252.8) 24 ms 14 ms 13 ms
10 wtn8-sura8-c3.sura.net (128.167.212.2) 17 ms 14 ms 15 ms
11 ctv-wtn8-c3mb.sura.net (128.167.3.2) 24 ms 22 ms 22 ms
12 uva-ctv-c3mb.sura.net (192.221.3.18) 41 ms 28 ms 27 ms
13 acc-router.ver.NET (137.54.200.12) 24 ms 24 ms 26 ms
14 garrett1-router.acc.Virginia.EDU (128.143.226.4) 26 ms 27 ms 25 ms
15 * * *
16 * * *
no answer from jefferson.village.virginia.edu
Packets spew into the space, absent themselves past any conceivable
timeout. Traceroute exhausts itself flailing uselessly at the doorway to
eternal hell, damnation of black-hole event horizon where bytes transform
into noise, heat, the far side of the chaotic domain. The bell tolls for
Thomas Jefferson who, refusing enlightenment, does not accommodate this
dark date in Cyberspace, this December of Cybermurder,
tinymurder, which shall be forgotten forever and ever.
Beforehand, there was mail-collapse, waves of temp files, waves of
exiting processes, long languorous waves-becoming-membrane, almost the
fluidity of space itself, wash-down of the wires, supplement of the
signifier. But not quite, as the gag covered the mouth, the machine was
raped, stuffed with anonymity, empty dark messagings, the gristle showing
through. If you read this, if it arrives, you're shape-riding, riding the
gristle, going for it; if you read this, there hasn't been a
resurrection, you're just not part of the chaos, destruction, tinymurders
and o lucky you.
oh this is just the older stuff that appears every now and then
you can find it just about the same time you can find other things
at the a.txt when you look past the Net.txts of various sorts
How to take the damn video out, it wouldn't render over ten hours.
