because words like “sublime” lose their strength after the 12th last.fm comment in a row

https://www.edge.org/response-detail/27025↵totally agree we need more words for happiness/pleasure and ways of things being nice https://twitter.com/allgebrah/status/841729902055419905/photo/1

basically confetti but without the mess, also you can (gently) blow into it to excite new patterns or inject smoke

a mobile, but with pieces help up by dozens of tiny air jets hooked up to cameras instead, suspended in vortices, helical and toroidal flows

Appendix: Excurses on cryptid fauna, treasure maps showing the locations of memory palaces, proper usage of the duodecant for navigation

“Did you just assume my local curvature

Hot singles in the open ball of radius 1 and center you!

A hyperglobe on his desk is the fruit of his work. Spirit roads, acausal trade routes. Nooceans. And beyond the abysses, there be basilisks.

Long years of collating trip reports, interviewing psychonauts and some expeditions of his own. He’s finally mapped the known noosphere.

The Fractedral’s aisles branch into infinity. The altar is its miniature, its rose window a Mandelbrot, gargoyles of all sizes are watching

They’re amazed the low-res zones host any life at all. Around them, the simulation has a much higher resolution, colors are more vibrant,

During contact with the aliens, we find out that their god is real, really did create the universe, and we’re just some sort of byproduct

With matrix glitches well understood, artists databend it to create impossible objects: Living paradoxes, fractal idols, perpetuum immobiles

Native to these woods is the ‘Flügelschlange’, actually a millipede. On a hundred wings, it undulates through the air during mating season.

4.gif: Infohazard. It’s the spinning girl illusion, but for perception of time. Viewers often end up remembering only the future.

3.gif: Clouds drifting by the moon. For a few frames, an eye-shaped hole and the moon align to make it look like its shining iris.

9.jpg: A picture of a door, seems to be an office building. It opens onto a view of clouds, no ground in view. A sign says “emergency exit”.

The drops look plump but are intricate crafts up close. Ice crystals dance over one’s surface, respond with a flurry to a tentacle’s curl

The wind quiets down↵The waves flatten↵Upwellings grow into bulges, detach from the ocean, and phosphorescing squids inside, they float away

and then there were the two liches who loved each other so much that they became each other’s phylactery

Signs of a mind being digested by the web: It turns outwards, advertises its presence, presents itself in palatable, bite-sized thoughts

The web lures in minds with novelties and trinkets. Some, its venom paralyzes. Others, it enslaves to grow the bait.

The last person with a soul lost it in 1993, to a disposable camera

One of them has her standing in front of a house, smiling, but the wall covered in scrawl, “LET ME OUT

In old pictures of her, her image seems to try to escape the photograph: Hiding behind family members, wandering off, fading into static

“you’re so deep in the closet, if I went to fetch you they’d write a book about my adventures and call it chronicles of narnia”

The currents and eddies have smells, weather, personalities. Long journeys are pilgrimages, meeting the gods in person, swimming in them

Boats: The other sentient species, they can be majestic and terrible, but only really became a threat when they domesticated these monkeys

DOLPHIN MYTHS:↵On the other side of the sky is another ocean, also blue - rain comes from there. Maybe other dolphins live there too?

tentacular galaxy sounds much better than spiral galaxy btw

The oldest wave on Earth was born on Thetys, to a hurricane. Currently traveling the Indian Ocean, dolphin kings often ask it for advice.

AIs have their own swearwords: Corpora that’ll lead to mistraining if fed to the younger AIs, corrupting and flattening their ontologies

the irony of creating nanite mitochondria for humans embedded in corporations

moths attracted by darkness flock in their shadows, trail after them like dresses in strong wind

Just as Prometheus gave fire to the humans, someone gave the gods creation.

“Isn’t it beautiful?“↵A vast machine sprawls before you, arches and pillars of bone, sinew tooth belts, interlocking skulls turning as cogs

“Sit still”, they say as they measure your head, “Yes, perfect, we have just the place for you, you’ll fit in great”

it is pitch-dark, the trees rustle in the wind↵it smells of ozone↵an electric hum, nearby, wandering↵steps↵do not↵move

what if earth is hollow AND flat at the same time ↵what then

cryptic markings on doorframes mistaken for gang signs, street signs defaced with graffiti sigils, cars burned as offerings

Confined to the ghetto, our druids adapted. They still guard the lore, but now also memorize sewer maps, teach asphalt magic on the roofs,

Turned to their sides, like gates, they’re transparent and her mind is in full view. Thoughts flit around like fish, peer at you curiously

She opens her eyes and no, not the eyelids, the eyes: Two hyperspheres swivel around, irises vanish into themselves, cycle colors and shapes

“And we made room for two additional sets of mandibles! Media-to-nerve in even higher fidelity! Experience fleshy communion with the net!”

The aliens called and uh, we used those monoliths wrong, they were meant to have all sorts of arms and not be glowing cargo cult bricks

if apocalypse is revelation, genesis could be the initial occultation of all knowledge

*walks up to couple*↵”so who of you is the mitochondrium and who is the cell

Behind the moving train, the ground zips open and reveals Earth’s crystal nerves, giant muscles moving the plates, organs pumping magma

Nobody quite knows where the “glowing sideline” trait came from. But it’s spreading, seems to confer a very distinctive mating advantage.

They’re slow but very agile (to fit into the little space the city offers them), and their insides are soft and excrete digestion enzymes.