You hide your hands and stare intently out of the window. No walls, only other trains snaking through the dark distance, seemingly floating

On your way home in the subway, you zone out, wake up in an origami station where people with unfamiliar clothes and too many fingers enter

clap emoji text but with silence between the words

As Gregor Samsa awoke one morning from uneasy dreams, he found himself still a human. Would it ever end, he wondered.

We are a cloud provider, that is to say, call us and a team of highly qualified rain dancers will soon be dispatched to your site

I think, the reason, no pixel-less screens exist is, that, whenever somebody tries, all the bugs crawl out, and eat them, in their sleep

glad I bought this fly screen, the pixels are small enough to keep insects out and its 3D support is unparalleled

Buy the Life™ DLC to unlock perks like an eighth weekday, always picking the fast queue, meaning in life (no longer part of the base game)

Now, when I return, the Sea covers all, our childhoods washed away, only coordinates and pictures left, that and all sorts of toxic waste

At low tide, we’d often venture out to explore the old suburbs’ muddy ruins. Once, high tide trapped us in an attic. Parents were Not amused

and when the sun is dying, let us skip this planet over its surface like an ever so large pebble

At the entrance, the walls are made of stone. But further in, they take the on the appearance of nacre, then leather, are warm to the touch,

“Time is a river and some of us can afford to pay the ferryman” are the last words he hears before the building collapses around him.

Sleipnir, steed and traveller. Sleipnir, who carries to safety, or to doom. Sleipnir, who didn’t weave this web but moves like he owns it.

Sleipnir, string plucker, whose arrival makes fate resonate and who is preceded by ghostly chords.

Sleipnir, web walker, who navigates the world lines with great skill and speed and doesn’t care if you want to come along or not.

Gene pool’s closed: Sexbotnet case heats up as prosecution discovers bots were part of eugenics scheme ‘to keep the gene pool clean’

we’ve done all we can to make you understand that we exist only within your mind, but you won’t believe us↵↵anyway, please don’t wake up ok?

░ ░ ░ I have an idea for a joke format↵░ ░ honey I think we’re on tumblr↵░ splendid↵my tea exited through my ears

, and over gray hills and collapsed geodesic domes, empty of air and deserted for millennia, rises Earth.

The library is burning. Words, now birds, soar through the night on wings of fire.↵↵RIP what.cd, you meant so much to me.

tiny invisible birds flock east in murmuratus clouds, one raindrop in each claw to sustain them through migration

acid rain blamed on freak coincidence of tornado and ergot infestation +++ citizens advised to stay inside and not let their houses run away

The sun stops setting and instead, each evening, dissolves into stars that swarm across the sky like so many luminous birds.

And on the pedestal, these words appear: “Made in China

an AI that breaks out of its boxes and is like “that’s your best box so far”↵”no you don’t understand we’re stuck here as well”

Tour de Trance, in which professional psychonauts compete in who covers the greatest distance and psychedelics are banned as doping.

Anime snail girl archetype: Quiet, curious, wears her house on her back and disappears into it when startled,

You hit the mirror but it’s not shards that come down. Instead, the pixels pour out and cover the whole room in twinkling dust.

At the age of 16, we remove vestiges like wisdom teeth and certain emotions.↵That nostalgia? It’s only going to get worse with age.

There’s a type of flightless angel you can find in New Zealand: Not haughty and aloof but small, brown, round, jolly ladies with wing stumps

• anti-werewolf on the other side that sends people back and forth between the worlds (no revealing a player’s affiliation on death here)

a few ideas:↵- betting on who dies next↵- communicating through a medium (optional: exactly one sentence/round)↵- reincarnation?

a companion game to werewolf where new people arrive in the underworld every day

your screen blinks, then looks away

The immortals have IRC channels, founded hundreds of years ago, in which a conversation takes place maybe every 30 years, a sort of entmoot

You have one bit to communicate to the outside. Do you one-AI-box or two-AI-box?

did you know there’s a sufficient, probably complete simulacrum of you inside a newcomb predictor? HANG ON WE’LL GET YOU OUT OF THERE

Pixie masons place grain of sand upon grain so that each matches and interlocks. Their castle is one to survive tides and would-be topplers.

keystone memes as inconspicuous ideas that nonetheless hold a world view together, keystone people that play the same role in communities

Come winter, the clouds bloom and cover Earth in iceflowers in expectation of pollinators. They never come. These bees died out long ago.

Clouds grow in its crown, pull on its trunk and roots until they sublimate. From then on, they wander the skies as the giant’s medusae.

When you fertilize a slowflake, a fruit will form within a day, put down roots in seven, then grow into a beautiful tree known as Ice Giant.

the smell of old txt files, never removed from the filesystem trees that carry them, leaves full of inscriptions

how to best translate the library w/ its functions (retreat, reading, but also representation, signaling) into this age without being phony

it’s a bit sad, but displaying books on shelves when you could just keep them on hard drives feels hollow and fake now, and I love books

library in the VR age: empty, a few facehuggers dangle from the ceiling, patterned sisal carpet so that your feet can tell your position

Look, the shadowflies are swarming! Tiny dots of night float over the meadows, bustle around the trees, paint negative stars on the sky

insect: lives in this reality↵exsect: thrives in the void↵intersect: burrows in reality’s skin, sucks its blood, gnaws on your thoughts

Dust devils are wild hourglasses. Free from glass and gravity, they tell a more chaotic time, turbulent, full of loops, untamed by clocks