It is Friday 21:38, I’m writing in TextEdit, because word takes to long to load, Safari is open showing my home page bjornveno.com, because I like to look at my own work, I’m also talking to a friend about Art on Facebook, but I just cut it short because I don’t like talking to people without seeing them. On my second monitor Mail is open with 12 unread messages not directly addressed to me.

I dream of connecting with you, it is very empty in my head, my world is barren.

I want to reject conventions, I do not want to take pictures that follow the rules, I don’t want to create narratives that use tried and tested formulas, however I can not help but emulate for I know nothing else.

I’m self obsessed consumed by my self, it is al about me, I look up from my computer monitor and see a 90×130 cm self portrait, where I’m holding a salmon that I shall hit the viewer with, who currently is me. I look to the left, a picture of me and my girlfriend and to the right I see the man I’m about to become.

I want to connect with the world, I want to feel what you feel, I want to see what he sees, I want an end to the confinement of the mind, but I’m not able, I only passively consume, collecting what I want based on my preferences. I feel infected by society as if it has made me sick. I’m dying from individuality which creates the illusion of freedom. To save my self I DECLARE THAT WE REMOVE I FROM THE WORLD, from now on WE must follow this formula:

bob = I or (I’m) or me or mine or myself or (ones name)

But can bob write about bob, when it’s al about bob bob bob?

bob typing away at the keyboard trying to draw a reality around bob eyes, a place where bob can feel a part of the universe. bob don’t want to be in doubt any more, bob want to act without fear. bob want to grab the world by its balls.

bob just tried to make a quick photo composite of the world using the balls of a rat, it looks shit, but sufficient for a blog post.

bob framework is the same as yours, but supposedly bob a individual, but if bob mind is bob own then bob should be able to think thoughts that are bob own, but every thought bob have, is connected to society ergo bob don’t have a unique mind, disabling bob from creating anything new, bob can only recycle what already exists. bob not happy about this, bob want to think without restrictions, to be free, but we are in a prison that is made for our minds. bob can not find way out, bob know it is there… bob just cant see it. Maybe bob is looking in the wrong place, or bob should not use bob senses, bob should find a new way of sensing our surroundings. bob should go to the realm of the Gods, plunge in to darkness and blindly look for something tangible that bob can take back to humanity.

bob shall prevail, bob shall return with a means to probe your consciousness and connect to your mind, you and bob shall become one, and together you shall become one with al. Take the first steep with bob, look in to bob eyes and let it happen.

bob a fool