During the move from there to here the k120 fell apart. The ‘Ctrl’ key, bottom left location, fell off & locked its ability into permanent engagement. Thus when I tap the letter A the k120 responds ‘CtrlA’. And I get it, I get what it’s saying & meaning. K120 knew I had backup keyboards: the 700 & T3A002. It knew of my attachment, to it, to k120, and it knew in such times of radical change–these times– control must be lost, & the one who forgoes control must be okay with losing it, must adapt. I’m not sure if the story of k120 has been written yet so I will go ahead & carve out this piece of non-fiction for the first or second time. So you understand. First, where does the name “k120” come from? It doesn’t come from being crazy. Sorry to disappoint. k120, as with most other things I name, is the model name. And so you know, for the other things when the model name doesn’t exist, or if the model name exists but it’s deemed unsuitable, I look for a sequence or pattern & create the name based on my findings. Sometimes there is a gap of interpretation. To mean I at times, with meaning, draw connections & make conclusions to bridge it, to, for example, notice a damaged corner unmasking the material underneath, then to draw the connection between the way the damage splinters in sections of 3, & then to complete the process by detecting the name through an intuitive, at times blind, tapping movement of finger ends against key heads. So, as it rests, k120 is the model name. It is printed in the top right hand corner. White letters against a black surface. Now how did k120 gain significance? Prior to August 2013 it was just a keyboard. No name, no significance. It had use & purpose, as a keyboard attached to my main computing rig, but this is all. It worked through The Chronicles and 44v1 and the things. I do not remember how it was acquired. Or when it was acquired. Now, for the significance piece, & I apologize I am running out of time. There’s only eight or so minutes left before I must put this down & abandon. Only three minutes now. The shower must be fast. The significance of k120: in middle school I acquired a flask of holy water. In the day of August, before I began the divine translation I opened the flask for the first time and dumped its holy contents onto & into the soul of k120. It was a direct pouring, right into the keys, & with an ecstatic euphoria the keyboard was blessed. And in blind style, I put my fingers down onto the wetness & viciously translated for minutes as the holy channel of god.
We created space. To how much each requires space, is it dependent or universal, this is the question not to be answered at this time, on this day of days…on The Status of Things. Larry packs his socks. He folds them first in halves & presses them with an aged right hand. The deep blue worms just beneath his thinning skin move to the adjustments of pressure along the ends & folds of his socks. As he quietly packs them. And pauses, to stare off. He reengages the socks. He pauses to stare off. And just like this Larry spent his morning, all two hours before, “I must leave soon. I am leaving…I must go soon, I must go to work.” His teeth, now unbrushed, to be brushed soon. Cleaned for future stains. Breath cleared. Disheveled describes his hair. Lost is his demeanor. We find him at the intersection of intense presence & abstract absence. He comes forth & leaves just the same. He is here but then he is not. This is The Status of Things for Larry. Weeks ago he left the hair of his head behind, to be flushed–& it was–and it will clog a future resident’s drain. He is the ascending part of a rollercoaster; he is the descending part of a rollercoaster.
The idea of Present Telling is to know intuitively the present state of someone or something & then use a combination of deductive reasoning & imagination to predict the future & retell the past with the perspective awareness gained through knowing an entire spectrum, albeit a fragmented & spedread knowing, or perhaps, albeit, concentrated–like from 100% real shit concentrate knowing. The trick from the beginning is to create an atmosphere of intention. Then to heighten this atmosphere by asking that someone to commit a voluntary act of intention & of surrender to the opening process, such as touching a crystal ball with two fingers, “not those two fingers, these two,” you might say. To heighten. To bring down walls. To open doors. To close doors. Humans are a sensational species, the most so in this world. We are likely the most so across the complete stretch of this universe. Imagine a big city. Imagine walking downtown this city. We with simultaneous marvel have come so far upward; we with simultaneous marvel have come so far away from height. How do we surrounded by so much marvel created by a collection of individual minds not believe in the individual mind itself, as in, not believe the heights to where & to which it may go if asked with intention? I just, I just need everyone to know we are not heightened by buildings, smartphones, clothing, cars, houses, jobs, etc… everything not of the individual mind in its present state is the creation of collective minds whether it is of one individual combining past, present, & future, or multiple individuals combining within one or many generations of life. These things outside of the mind–the word “mind,” as in to mean right here the entire essence, potential, & spectrum of capable human marvel, spirit, soul, & intelligence– are there to assist minds, or individuals, combined or isolated, imagined or deductively reduced, in the coming together of a more powerful collection. Not physically, although it could be. The “status” of one’s life is not then to be relatively compared by measuring the excess or lack of tools, from one individual to another, although it could. As in, this verbage is getting complicated, the status of all things is shared. E.G., a gentleman owns a lamborgini. That lamborgini existed prior to his ownership. Engineering from other minds was involved. Imagination & reasoning. Things were extracted from the earth to build it. Many cars existed before it. Many lamborginis existed before “his” lamborgini became “his.” The mistake is to see the lamborgini as a status of an individual, the gentleman who now owns it, the one who has two semi-successful hair plants, two being necessary to cover a moving hairline, the gentleman who sees & owns & drives the lamborgini with a heightened his & mine, & not to see it as a collective status of human height. But again, & not to be negative, the height isn’t being used properly. It’s the wrong height, to be simple. Mind, not mine. It’s just true. it is.