While I remember, sometimes an obscure piece of noise art seems promising. Then I think it is just another ruse making me feel like I have broken the chains. Then I think about listening to the same songs on the radio millions of times over and over. Then the less listened to songs seem better. The wank factor of art is always there but the wank factor of everything else seems more and more. Platforms like YouTube are like purgatory, social media is hell and then I hear the frequencies in a noise piece and I wish it was heavenly but it’s like a million songs on the radio ripped to shreds. I might save some money and buy a shredding machine and just listen to that. I could drive a bus and listen to noise art while driving.

Either way it is just a break from the monotony which throws into question the world we inhabit. I mean graffiti was a break from the monotony and everything I do I can only hope is a break from the monotony. It feels like a journey at any rate. You have to get yourself a ticket to obscurity. At best rather than the world being a meaningless economic machine you get to treat yourself to some much needed therapy away from a society that drives people completely mad. Why wouldn’t you be anxious when you are living in an organised killing machine. Disaster as opportunity.