the forgotten palace is the memory palace’s inaccessible wing↵as you grow older, its border creeps on and closes in around you

Mites, large as ohmu, thunder past me as I make my way across the desert of the desk under a LED sun that gives off no warmth.

The deep thrum of power is accompanied by the steady patter of molecules on my skin, sometimes interrupted by dust grains crashing down.

Sometimes I shrink myself down to micrometer size and sit on an exposed copper cable, watch waves of electrons crash back and forth.

Make a bonfire of your thoughts, burn those you did not use in the winter. From the ash-laden rain will grow new ones.

will be representative of the current year/decade’s aesthetic in five years; antonym: timeless

“Deep in their guts, some of your friends may still be human. They will turn on you when you least expect it and turn you into spare parts.”

The robots took over and we had to blend in: Reverse androids, roboids, metal shells housing tiny bits of human. Oh how we haunted them.

Zoom out until you see all the continents.↵But go further.↵Atlantis and Mu come into view, together with other continents, entirely unknown.

the traffic light switches and shows… violet↵a roar, and the shadows are receding into the distance, leaving the world oddly contrastless

He didn’t expect his skin to rust but his clothes are full of reddish dust. Fridge magnets stick to his fingers.

Also the planes are falling out of the sky because the air’s Reynolds number changed.

The universe is wearing a frilly skirt today. I can tell by the foam on my coffee, the swirly clouds and my toothpaste’s curious bubblyness.

Those parts of the Internet where one varies the text but the name stays the same, and those where name varies and text stays.

@allgebrah mind you the observation itself is not new at all (see: gibson’s gernsback continuum) but maybe the word is?

sideways-nostalgia (n) longing for a future whose past diverged from ours long ago↵examples: pretty much every genre that ends in punk

Open your mind. Or maybe not. Who knows what might get out.

Hey I wonder if I can open my ear with that–↵↵[this is my ghost speaking on my behalf: sorry for the mess, that was a stupid idea]

This key opens every lock. Even that hole between these bricks. That’s a wall and not a door? Then why is it open and what is this room?

you put on your headphones, expecting music↵you hear nothing but everyone you see is nodding to the same beat

glass scissors cut light beams↵glass hands fold them into cranes↵let them fly and light wings cut the sky

experimenters’ note: the catpot is not fond of water at all. apply care when washing.

One time they animated the toilet and “forgot” to deanimate it before a party. Needless to say, the guests were rather spooked.

We sacrificed a cat (dying of cancer) to animate a pot and now the pot purrs loudly whenever we cook with it. Enjoys the heat, most likely.

She puts two fingers to the base of my neck, pulls. My spine zips open. She reaches in, leaves something behind the heart, closes it again.

During perihelion, the salmon wander into lower orbits to spawn. Improbably high egg clouds can be seen to light up in red during sunsets.

The third great river was lost to space and is now a cloud of comets trailing after the planet. Space-adapted salmon jump between them.

Near its shores, if you can call them that, lies a stone coffin. It is overgrown by a rose bush and something is written on it in French.

It is a world not only covered in forest, it is forest all the way down, and up, protecting a lake in the center, a large floating drop.

A tree colony lives in the asteroid belt and occasionally catches one in its branches. From afar, it appears like a giant bath sponge.

flesh eating blankets that digest you in the night like amoeba↵some have found the feet of their loved ones in the morning↵and nothing else

But apparently dead people have seen some fucked up shit and one has to deal with that somehow. The unstable break or become alcoholics.

I’ve known necromancers, seen them animate simple dice, give life to a magnifying glass to help in finding beauty. I don’t see the evil.

The descendants of Jonah’s Whale have started a shuttling service. Ferry to Atlantis for the price of a flight. And don’t eat the ferryman.

Ouroborii lay eggs in the form of Klein bottles. They contain the whole world.

a flip book that plays sound by way of differently textured pages

The bridge has collapsed but its stones still remember arch and purpose. They sigh in happy fulfilment as I step over them.

Their senses and nervous system are purely mechanical: they home in on air disturbances. A few of these will keep your garden mosquito-free.

Flytree leaves are somewhat autonomous and hunt insects on busy evenings. Symbiotic fungi feed the prey’s nutrients back into the tree.

You may call them imaginary but give them some credit: They imagine you back. It is mutually assured existence, no less.

A heavy cable is hanging from that storm cloud, ending in a power plug at my feet. I feel like it’s a bad idea to unplug it right now.

in your backyard is a pond of kerosene and in the morning, tiny jet planes come to drink

wear glass chainmail to protect against laser swords

images of these predators (for us, indistinguishable from normal fire) are carved on some furniture to scare off the gentler vegetarian fire

Baba Yaga’s teenage daughter had her house ride a pogo stick.

lesser known phoenixes:↵one liquefies on death. leaves a fetid mess↵one dissolves into noxious swamp gas↵one crumbles into sand and pebbles

someone has burnt all the bridges / but I travel by boat ♫↵locked up by the tower’s witches / its key is in my coat ♪

knock pause knock pause knock pause knockknock pause↵who’s there?↵rhythm!

ideas rust when stored improperly. put them out while they’re fresh and gleaming.