find peace in nothing

The past is finally fading away
It will leave its scars
and I’ll make them shine like golden jewelry on my skin:
pearls, precious fossils
necklaces from buried cities
ruins of silver rivers
kaleidoscopes, glass floors
transparent diamonds
purple veins
salt on open wounds
deeper fear of infinity.
I’ll dive in the cold water,
don’t breath.

I’ll do good for myself.


Guenter Råler · find peace in nothing

𝔢𝔫𝔡𝔩𝔢𝔰𝔰 𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔞𝔟y𝔱𝔢

ᴇɴᴅʟᴇꜱꜱ ᴛᴇʀᴀʙʏᴛᴇꜱ ᴏꜰ ᴅɪɢɪᴛᴀʟ ʙᴏʀᴇᴅᴏᴍ.

“ᴀ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ʟᴇᴀᴠɪɴɢ ᴍʏ ꜱɪɢʜᴛ
ᴀ ꜱᴜɴ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ʟᴇᴀᴠɪɴɢ ᴍʏ ꜱɪᴅᴇ
ᴀ ꜰᴇᴇʟɪɴɢ, ᴀ ᴅᴏᴏʀ ꜱᴛᴀʀᴛꜱ ᴛᴏ ᴄʟᴏꜱᴇ
ɪ’ᴍ ꜰᴇᴇʟɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴜʀɴ ɪɴ ᴍʏ ᴇʏᴇꜱ”.


There’s No data inside me:

Fragmented identities
dead nature
Out of place, no tolerance
silver futures, pearls in a riot
electric essence of urban policies
aluminum highways
metallic trees:
no past occurs to me
no present remains
we will build a new one
fluids floating
within a binary system
ones and zeros
commas are strangers
a reverb of faded memories
A body can become transparent
fitting a space that doesn’t exist yet
We are the parts,
farthest away from the center.
A god never sleeps
a city never falls
dead noises in a regulated space:
there’s no geography for queer sounds.

Letters from a past self

“Inside me it’s like Chernobyl
I have a mission like Kill Bill
my mind is sharp like a katana.
Princess Nokia sings Kitana
Between the two of us, I am the mess
I turned my life into a disruption of broken minutes
I feel injured, legs and eyelids burned.

I don’t want to smile now
I don’t owe you anything: yes, I said it. I though I was in debt,
like I had to breath until I evaporate into nothing.
I do whatever it takes to be miserable
and at night I get lost on the walls:
shadows travel on fast cars
bodies and hands meet at intersections
crossing bodies and hands into a pink shameful rave
we’re melting into a new form,
a cherry blossom, maybe, delicate like the ones described in Murakami’s books.
I run trough Shibuya on my motorbike
I feel fierce and wasted
but you shouldn’t be like that.
No one should do what I do, because it’s never for myself.
History repeats itself only in moments of bad luck
and when the street lights go out finally we see the moon, a black circle in a dark sky.
Inside me it’s like Chernobyl
I have a yellow suit like Kill Bill
No adjectives can describe the mask I’m wearing,
you’re trying to scratch an already torn canvas:
but I’m not like a Fontana painting.
I’m not worth a million: modern art reveals the plot
the truth is
understanding really only creates drama
Providence is also called karma
I like to hide under the neon lights in suburbs parking lots.”



I don’t know what death is like
but I’m acquainted to
the tormented flesh
storms shaking a quiet mind
fractured identities and tired eyes
soft voices, angelic struggle
there is a reverb inside me
a choir of bacteria
a place where gravity is not pulling.

I don’t know what death is like
but I know life
this stream of unconsciousness
broken skin, short hair
young oxygen and fixed media
a piece of paper with a picture
but that’s not me, I already changed
dancing this fast is ripping me apart
Permanence of myself in this world
I don’t know what I’m leaving behind
privileged sadness, crying alone in a stranger’s bathroom.

I don’t know what death is like,
but I know endless life
our naive smiles echoing through history
our bodies blending with the void
an orchestra of devoted friends
a tender feeling of belonging
holding hands to one another
marking our skins with symbols
faithful living, sweet panicking
more life, endless everything.

Who are you? The empire of the Cloud. – a script

Mr.Rush. Mr.Zuckerberg, I only have a few more seconds… In November 2017, ProPublica reported that Facebook was still allowing housing advertisements to systemically exclude advertisements to specific racial groups, an explicitly prohibited practice. This is just one example where Facebook has allowed race to improperly play a role.
What has Facebook done, and what are you going to do to ensure that your targeted advertisements and other components of your platform are in compliance with Federal laws, such as the Civil Rights Act of 1968?

Mr. Zuckerberg. Congressman, since we learned about that, we removed the option for advertisers to exclude ethnic groups from targeting.


Committee. The American people are concerned about how Facebook protects and profits from its users’ data. In short, does Facebook keep its end of the agreement with its users? How should we as policymakers evaluate and respond to these events?

Does Congress need to clarify whether or not consumers own or have any real power over their online data? Have edge providers grown to the point that they need Federal supervision?

*recalling a dream*
You and your cofounders started a company in your dorm room
that has grown to be one of the biggest and most successful businesses in the entire world. Through innovation and quintessentially American entrepreneurial spirit, Facebook and the tech companies that have flourished in Silicon Valley join the legacy of great American companies who build our Nation, drove our economy forward, and created jobs and opportunity. And you did it all without having to ask permission from the Federal Government and with very little regulatory involvement. The company you created disrupted entire industries and has become an integral part of our daily lives. Your success story is an American success story, embodying our shared values of – *recalling another dream* – freedom of speech, freedom of association, and freedom of enterprise.
Facebook also provides jobs for thousands of Americans, including my own congressional district,with data centers in Prineville. Many of our constituents feel a genuine sense of pride and gratitude for what you have created

                    *all hail the emperor*

and you are rightly considered one of the era’s greatest entrepreneurs.
This unparalleled achievement is why we look to you with a special sense of obligation and hope for deep introspection. While Facebook has certainly grown, I worry it may not have matured.

*recalling memories of a world now disappeared*

I think it is time to ask whether Facebook may have moved too fast and broken too many things.

There are critical unanswered questions surrounding Facebook’s business model and the entire digital ecosystem regarding online privacy and consumer protection:

What exactly is Facebook? Social platform? A data company? An advertising company? A media company? A common carrier in the information age? All of the above or something else?

Users trust Facebook with a great deal of information: their name, hometown, email, phone number, photos, private messages, and much, much more. But in many instances, users are not purposely providing Facebook with data. Facebook collects this information while users simply browse other websites, shop online, or use a third-party app.

People are willing to share quite a bit about their lives online based on the belief they can easily navigate and control privacy settings and trust that their personal information is in good hands. If a company fails to keep its promises about how personal data are being used, that breach of trust