Everything Automatic

In the shower, the proposed title 'Everything Automatic' came back to me from months ago, possibly the Eurostar journey from Waterloo to Paris. Another pairing, I love them, like 'Oblivious Abroad' and 'Art Diary'. I see the syllables as being the same as 'combo' moves in computer fighting games, where you must link small attacks in a seamless fashion to create a strange rhythm of sequential hits. Language is so good. If I called my dissertation Everything Automatic then it could cover the surrealist conceptual innocents, it could embrace all of my interests and still keep a theme somewhere between them.

Perhaps it is a phase or somewhere inside your personality there is a definite trait that you can only refine, maybe it is memories of your babyhood or it could just be the friends you made as a teenage...who cares...the only things that matter are me giving in words on paper (style chored from art descriptions - remember, these reveal the nude things that make up an artwork and must be in the lowercase - I say this only because my tiny attention field makes me read everything when I am unstimulated, and a detail like this could give stomach to your future satire) structured enough to pass beyond the famous doors of the Metropolitan and out into the road...

Let's say that this is the title then. I will remain a loyal informant. I will let you know everything and omit only the things that make me look ordinary - LOL!

Kiss yourself

Josh

PS: is this DeMystification of the Artist or What?