The Via Sophia -project is approaching the plateau of visual quality, wherein objective improvement no longer brings much subjective accuracy. This was to be expected, of course, as physical limitations eventually catch up to any art-endeavour. When this inevitability occurs, one must look into other directions - which I have already done in the past, as explained in previous blog-posts. The eventual branching into music and more experimental short-form storytelling is only a natural progression as things keep evolving. Nevertheless, the harrowing question lingers: are we any closer? One's feet keep wading the mud and moon travels in the sky as time passes, yet the horizon remains the same. I feel this theme of "making progress, going nowhere" will be best represented in the upcoming "The Moon and The Sea" -story, which will be a conclusion to the earlier "The Swamp and the Moon" experiment. We will see how that one turns out, when I eventually get to writing it.
On the other front of things, the youtube/art-station experiment keeps similarly trudging on. The "inexhaustible well of useless insights" -machine continuously produces fleeting thoughts to feed into the algorithm - more empty shouts into the void. In other words, I do not expect much to come out of this experiment. However, it has felt like the logical thing to do, even if the futility of reaching any sort of worthwhile (in numerical terms) audience is clear. The incessant need to connect is never going to go away, as it is part of the annoying human condition, and so for now, I have taken this activity as a compromise to quell the yells of this part of the mind. So far it has worked, somewhat, even if the yells seem to amplify as the view-counts remain in the flatline. Like hunger itself, it keeps coming back, always back for more. No rest for the wicked. It is curious, though, how exceedingly persistent this little voice is. So much so that I had to take it as one of my topics for videos - well, by now, I suppose it's been in a number of videos - but most accurately expressed in Even If They Cared, They Would Not Understand and All The World's An Empty Stage - indeed, one can shout all they want into the void, but due to many kinds of repressive mechanisms of the world, it is quite guaranteed that no amount of shouting will ever make a difference. The good news is that this presence (or lack) of audience makes no difference for the project itself... for if it had been dependent on external validation, it never would've been born in the first place. Fortunately for me the only audience needed, is Sophia.
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