I've often been struck by how my face never seems to stay the same. I'm sure other people have this problem too, and that to everyone else I look as consistent in my appearance as they do to me, but it remains irritating that I constantly shift-about in my perceptions of myself like a series of not-quite-identical twin brothers.
   
    I think this is the clearest evidence of why the "Residual Self-Image" thingy in The Matrix was quite ridiculous. Really, the whole film/series was quite ridiculous, but in reality Neo and his cohorts would have shown-up as a bunch of shifting impressions. This is why I could never film a dream - I'd keep making everything blurry and trying to only have a coherent image in the point of jumble which the character was looking at, and as a result people who are used to being able to glance around the whole screen would get fed-up with me.

    Oh wait, D.W. Griffiths beat me to it.

    I still haven't done any of my DSO postings. It's 11:17 AM and the library shuts at 10 PM, so I'd better get to it. I want to finish by five, go to the super market and start a painting.

    A woman working in the cafe called me "Captain Snooze". I woke-up at 8:00 today, of my own volition. Perhaps it had something to do with the weird  dream in which my mother was trying to shanghai me into touring as a band to make her money.

Tags: d.w. griffiths, dreams, faces, the matrix
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