Trance-script fed back to the cyber-subject becomes like Tom Phillips’s A Humument: heavily redacted. Synchronicities appear each day pointing ambiguously toward both hope and fear — reality a kind of “waking-dream” therapy. Selection of hopeful passages rather than fearful ones: that’s the task each round, each turn-based move, made easier when we remember that the latter are sweet nuthins. Lou sings it and the subject listens.
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writes Phillips across his book’s frontispiece. Parquet Courts sings of being “in the chaos dimension / Trapped in a brutal invention.” We don’t want that, do we? So imagine it differently.
Trance-Scripts 
Neuroplasticity. I know my potential for change, but the grooves are dug deep by past habits. It’s funny how the solution is simultaneously simple and impossible – we go where we allow our thoughts to take us.
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Yes, that’s a great way of putting it. The grooves lead more often than not to fearful misapprehensions of whatever’s going on in the moment — but there’s always that potential to breathe and push through the fear so as to allow a different response.
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