I’ve been back to the old doldrums again and now slowly surfacing from the deepest dark up to a weak and distant light.

when my black is back and I seem out of sight
i go there with my darkness
and go away white
and my black is back
and I seem out of sight
i go there with my darkness
and go away white
go away white
go away white
go away white
Bauhaus, Black Stone Heart, Go Away White

Pà-papàp-paràpparà
Pà-papàp-paràpparà
Pà-papàp-paràpparà
pàira-ràrraràrrarà.
Pàira-ràrraràrrarà
pàira-ràrraràrrarà
pàrarai-rairà.
… … …
Papapà-pappà-pàrappara (Ballo senza la pistola)
papapà-pappà-pàrappara (spari esterno per il film)
papapà-pappà-pàrappara
papapà-pappà-pàrappara (bella giovane pulita)
papapà-pappà-pàrappara (beve il brodo con le dita).
pàrarai-rairà.
pàrarai-rairà.
pàrarai-rairà.
Boys!
Cochi e Renato, Il Piantatore Di Pellame, Le Canzoni Intelligenti

The title was used as an excuse and it refers to the comical song “Silvano” by “Cochi e Renato”. Their surreal words-using style is a good match to this kind of fractal-designs and it perfectly matches the “you can see/find whatever you want”.
Some funny time, no mumbling about the bad things.

“Silvano, non valevole i ciccioli
Silvano, Chico Buarque de Hollanda-mi
e la gira la gira la patta la gira
e la gira la gira la patta la gira
e la gira, la un… Silvano peggio per te.”
Cochi e Renato, Silvano, Le Canzoni Intelligenti

Back to some Basic Design.

My actual Photostream - 20 June, 2008.
This is a limited selection of exposed photos out of my own constant growing library.
I’ll expose more in future.

The city eats it’s children of dust from the cradle to grave. Drag their captives through the deep-sleeps of life. Ghosts of dream-dwelling slaves. And I’m Livin’ On Livin’, yeah. Livin’ On Livin’, gotta roam. The stranger scares the creatures of night. Corpse of sluggards fall. First you called it experiment and then the terror called. And I’m Livin’ On Livin’, yeah. Livin’ On Livin’, gotta roam. The subterranean escapes the light to an empty space. I’ll do my time prowling in the streets behind a human face. And I’m Livin’ On Livin’, yeah. Livin’ On Livin’, gotta roam. Yeah I’m Livin’ On Livin’, yeah. Nowhere to go - leave me alone. You better leave me alone. Hey, owhl, owhl, brrrrrrrrawhl.
Steven John Bator, Livin’ On Livin’

“I got the feeling - hey. Whoops - hey. Now…world powers collided in the final stage. History. Black castle remnants of the indrustrial age. Secret war exploded into nuclear one. Ahh….was a nuclear blast, we had a holocaust-a fun. Anytime at all…..no time at all - hey. Everything’s turning red. We all just walking dead. I should’a stayed in bed. Apocalypso. Apocalypso. Apocalypso. Where is the feast what we were promised?”
Steven John Bator, Apocalypso

A classical Julia based recursive design.

We carve out groups of stars in the heavens, and call them constellations, and the stars patiently suffer us to do so–tho if they knew what we were doing, some of them might feel much surprised at the partners we had given them. We name the same constellation diversely, as Charles’s Wain, the Great Bear, or the Dipper. None of the names will be false, and one will be as true as another, for all are applicable.

In all these cases we humanly make an addition to some sensible reality, and that reality tolerates the addition. All the additions ‘agree’ with the reality; they fit it, while they build it out. No one of them is false. Which may be treated as the more true, depends altogether on the human use of it. If the 27 is a number of dollars which I find in a drawer where I had left 28, it is 28 minus 1. If it is the number of inches in a shelf which I wish to insert into a cupboard 26 inches wide, it is 26 plus 1. If I wish to ennoble the heavens by the constellations I see there, ‘Charles’s Wain’ would be more true than ‘Dipper.’ My friend Frederick Myers was humorously indignant that that prodigious star-group should remind us Americans of nothing but a culinary utensil.

What shall we call a THING anyhow? It seems quite arbitrary, for we carve out everything, just as we carve out constellations, to suit our human purposes. For me, this whole ‘audience’ is one thing, which grows now restless, now attentive. I have no use at present for its individual units, so I don’t consider them. So of an ‘army,’ of a ‘nation.’ But in your own eyes, ladies and gentlemen, to call you ‘audience’ is an accidental way of taking you. The permanently real things for you are your individual persons. To an anatomist, again, those persons are but organisms, and the real things are the organs. Not the organs, so much as their constituent cells, say the histologists; not the cells, but their molecules, say in turn the chemists.

PRAGMATISM - A New Name for Some Old Ways of Thinking, William James, Lecture VII - Pragmatism and Humanism

Dedicated to my wife Federica for her Birthday.