Postmodern Break Manifesto for Quantic

Postmodern Break Manifesto for Quantic

Comrade: This is a transmission sent via a break at 5 am. Dig? It is captured and via the groove committee. Comrade: Let us excavate ourselves from dusty crates to create funk mashups. The world as re-con-text. Comrade: if all is text then what truth is next? I can’t say. Speech is second rate, and writing simply difference. As you know it is wrapped in its own absence. But not breaks comrade. Breaks are all being. Breaks are all there, all here, all at once, all ways, mocking time, looped but perpetual. They unwind themselves in the cells, like strands of DNA, with bass kicks for proteins. They inhibit your dreams like naked angles. They infuse themselves into the air, so that you long for them like breath. Comrade: Are we not living through the last act? Is this not the last heaving joke of a dying world? Is this not the time of burn-out ? But breaks comrade! Breaks will never burn out. They will reanimate like frozen amoeba on comets after all this passes. They never go anyplace. They spin their theories around tribal fires and in binary blinks moving as code at the speed of light. They are as old as man, older. They were here at the beginning, god said let there be breaks, and there was great cosmic 16 bar grooves whirling out into infinity. They are still whirling, through all of us. Comrade: Thus you hear them. Thus you are moved.