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2002-06-30

Right now I’m in a Philip K. Dick-phase. No, I haven’t seen the Minority Report yet so that has nothing to do with it. The thing is that I had a tower of unread books that I thought that I should read. — and I wanted to read something paranoid realism deconstruction. And who was better at that the Dick?

I like the idea of his that reality isn’t static, tha we need to find out what’s real and what’s not for ourselves. As each and one of use create and recreate our reality constantly, we can’t as anyone else. To me, this is not some crackpot theory without substance. I’ve seen this in action myself to various degrees. Part of this phenomenon is also visable in politics where everybody sees the world through a different spectrum.

Yesterday, in a related story, Tommy told me that he was given a promotional t-shirt for the game Ubik. Neither he nor I knew anything about the game itself, wich is probably just as good. But the t-shirt sounded rather spiffy when he described it. I’m sorry old friend, I will have t kill you now. Or, maim you horribly... Okay, taunt you like never before till you give me the t-shirt. Yeah, that sounds like a plan.