Neo?-Aeonic weird time

 (You don't have to remember where... so you can stay longer)

I always feel the usual way ppl talk about time in religious language is too simple: either you have a divine eternity above history or you have everyday time tied to work/appointments/birth/death

But there's a third kind of time and its neither a sacred eternity nor the clock on the wall and it feels like a thin layer working under the surface..stacking moments..memories and images that never fully complete or resolve just hanging in space between the real and the unreal!!

This strange time doesn't show up in the normal sequence of our days instead it leaves a mark or a certain scene (old street {if you're familiar with the "it follows:movie maybe I can talk about it in the future"} a childhood picture) all become dense points, little plateaus (in deleuzian sense) in our awareness that keep shining in the background long after we leave them behind, its pretty looks like our daily life, is a straight line (the first level) and the second level comes as shadows or waves that cut across the line, THEY DON'T STOP IT but they disturb it and remind us that time is not only past-->present-->future but something that keeps pilling up inside us in a stubborn slow way!!

That is where weirdcore comes in for me, bcuz these images don't offer a complete (OTHER WORLD) and they don't give you a religious vision of a comforting eternity...they grab the moments in between those two poles...SCENES that feel familiar and strange at the same time: an empty school/hospital corridor or soft/faint blue/yellow lighting corridor...empty childhood city at night, they're things we know with our bodies but we feel a kind of disconnection with them, as if time has stopped there and hasn't decided whether to move on or collapse completely, and this world isn't spiritual nor transcendent and not a total escape from reality it is a flat marginal space full of intense feeling but no climax or moment of salvation or predictable disaster!! it stretches out like a thin temporal surface laid over our everyday lives>> it doesn't fully belong to our routine and it doesn't open onto some higher meaning or clear msg it leaves US in a postmodern reality combined with recycled images that leads to relapse 

Bcuz of that the weirdnessness in the weirdcore (if we use a traditional and more historical word it'll be the noumenal realm) doesn't promise ME=YOU=WE with redemption or give us a clean world outside this visual and temporal pollution instead it just opens a small crack onto a confusing 0utside that is hazy and poetic: exposing how fragile my reality is instead of replacing it...its not hell or eternity (grey zone we walk thru without certainty, where the image becomes a mirror for our own lostness more than a window toward some impossible salvation 

[AAA I WAS INSPIRED BY SOMETHING I READ Its cycle is complete :) ]