Three↵Two↵One↵INCISION-↵and the particle accelerator shudders to life, beam near invisible, starts to cut reality’s skin itself

Rejoice, corpse season is upon us! The vibrant smell of decay wafts in, reminds us of many lives springing up where there was only one

being trash is actually very appealing, trash is what has lost its purpose to us and is finally autonomous, free to rot/bloom/do whatever

Memes are agents that will eat your and your group’s communication bandwidth (a finite resource) if you let them. Treat them accordingly.

a version of grep that knows about the use-mention distinction

If nature is boring, change nature. Do not be complacent, do not be a mere spirit. Craft yourself a vessel worth inhabiting, and shine.

Chime triggers move triggers chime, an autocatalytic dance through which run alien melodious thoughts, free from the shackles of language.

Disembodiment bores me. A musical instrument shall be my body, a strandbeest of chimes and bellows, a mad piper dancing to their own tune.

the fog is thick, roiling behind the windows as if trying to find a way in, occasionally you hear a slurp↵you have seen no insects today

One, we have no idea where it got its entropy from, had reinvented life. We opened it and nearly destroyed a civilization of atomic dwarves.

We tried protos suits, really. But time in pocket realities runs differently. Those that we recovered contained desiccated corpses at best.

Outside of the simulation, in the protos, we are like fish out of water. We need a reality so we travel in bubbles of it, wombships.

When a dream dies, if it was good, it enters dream heaven. You should be happy for it

unwilling to come to peace↵bodyless for centuries↵we set the dancefloor aflame

bring your band of misfits↵try drinking our spirits↵they truly deserve the name

you heard it through the grape vine↵we skeletons would party hard↵come help us spill the grave wine↵’cause this is now a raveyard

those who die in virtuality will have their memories encrypted and moved to the saveyard

one of those fake “32GB” SD cards but under-reporting its size instead, to hide things in

“President Twitter, President Twitter, two people have gotten into an argument on 4chan dot org!“↵”SHADOW BAN EVERYONE”

Pandemic 2 but you play a meme and get to choose from various starting forms: Snowclone, image macro, urban legend, ideology

mind virus: words only, needs a host brain↵mind bacterium: tiny self-sufficient mind, can infect brains but is perfectly happy to eat books

In the time it took you to read this, this optical nerve exploit has already replaced itself with an innocuous tweet.

In the river, the city’s lymph, there float by: driftwood, lost treasures, chemical waste, teargas cartridges, people, blood, bodies, blood,

the sun is below me, blazing core obscured by clouds that rain hot plasma upwards and reach out to me with magnetic fingers

The craft and its reptilian passengers cool with every day travelled, each half as long as that before while the stars accelerate to a blur.

Those who worship Truth have never seen it naked. Harsh light burns away all curiosity and ambition. The last wish to go is that to forget.

The void is back, drowns out everything else, suffocates, condenses on the horrible shape behind it, reveals the structure of the universe

high on meaning, one stumbles through these webs and fails to see the spider (though it won’t eat you: it just wants you to extend its web)

too much insight leads the careless thinker to tarpits (or highly connected webs of concepts): e.g. kabbala, numerology, astrology, theology

this explains ‘sacred’ meaning: insight is rewarded by our minds on a fundamental level, and one failure mode of that is meaning overload

all these associations are insights: insights connect concepts and in doing this load them with meaning↵insight and meaning are integrated

a doorhandle, through interaction with it (or watching interaction), becomes associated with sounds, function, intentionality: gains meaning

[musings]↵one formulation of meaning is priors overlaying perception, expectations of experience (informed by memories and stories)

The sun is not a gargantuan ball of red starfire engulfing all the inner planets - yet! Growth mindset!

she is abyss personified, deep black eyes to get lost in, a really good listener, devours you if you don’t pay attention, frankly not so bad

Sometimes forests petrify. More rarely, mountains xylify: At the summit they bud, burst open, branch out and grow into mighty world trees.

The botflower rides on mosquitoes and takes root in fresh bites, uses your blood as nectar. Unlucky explorers come to look like meadows.

Sagan, shepherd whose flock numbers billions, a blue jewel on his brow↵Laika, his sheepdog↵Hofmann, who opened the gates

Space saints:↵Gagarin, pathfinder and explorer↵Tichy, companion of long hours↵Major Tom, who appears to those on no-return trajectories

We ride the waves, pierce them with strings, make of them harps to play music of the second order

“Father, why do we kill them?” “They’ll grow into storms with fingers of destruction, trust me, you don’t want to reap this harvest.”

This night, the rain was fertile, and we wake up to fields of cloud embryos, still attached to their stems, mewling and thundering weakly

When u get a call at 2am bcuz ur unlicensed android friend has been stopped by the police again & needs to pass a Turing test rn

On the other hand, given the level of neural interface sophistication required to do that, we’ll likely have more interesting problems then.

You can try but your personal firing patterns will be mostly illegible to anyone else’s brain. Perfect end-to-end DRM will be solved then.

The analog hole won’t keep us safe forever: Neural encodings are idiosyncratic, you can’t rip an experience stream.↵https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Analog_hole

Why not attempt the bold synthesis and have your lovers be on a mission to kill each other

Stories about separated lovers and stories about slaying an ancient foe with a legendary weapon are very similar, both are about reunion

what you’re actually doing is that you’re in a conversation with the world, trying to make it remember

magic is reverse memory: action comes from words