don’t carry that name for too long. it may grow in.

The uncircus’ entrance leads us into the ring. The audience is all clowns and mimes. We sit down and they erupt in silent rustling applause.

Weeks of research until I plotted the data. Saw teeth, coming closer quickly. I closed the lid not a bit too soon, but my laptop was fried.

64 dancers enter, 65 emerge. Nobody knows who the 65th is.↵One can reverse the dance too and the missing dancer will be just as mysterious.

Unsure what to expect, you enter the freak show. Beautiful people are pointing at you with curious disgust in their faces.

I got time to kill, he says, loads his shotgun with gears and springs and disappears through the clock’s smashed face.

my ingroup is very obscure, you’ve probably never heard of it

thick clouds pervade the tanasinn dens in the data haven↵you hear the junkies’ muffled cries and someone is trying to sell you ringtones

and then there are the immortal faces: either because they are ugly and passed on as quickly as possible, or because they are regal insignia

those who are seen wearing the same face for years are either very virtuous or very lonely

“why are you wearing his face WHY DID YOU CHEAT ON ME” “I-I did not expect our faces to swap” “WHY AAAAH”

what if the first kiss between two people exchanged their faces?↵↵she comes up to you, “hey, want to trade?” [you try to ignore her stubble]

people have been swapping faces at random and your face blindness is suddenly a blessing because you still recognize your friends

ism (v)↵not only having an idea, but writing the book on it, founding a movement↵”I had this great idea but some guys ism’d it in the 19th”

They are hippies. They weave wires and cut up circuit boards into their hair, dance naked about plastic fires, trip on salvaged VR goggles.

attempted def: meme magic is internet mediated hyperreality’s brand of magic. it becomes real wherever the internet is about itself.

alien magic betrays their own perceptual biases, so it is incompatible to ours and exactly as incomprehensible as their minds

fascinating possibility: we really are made in the world soul’s image because its own kind are the patterns it is disposed to see

magic as tricking reality into seeing patterns in the noise↵magic as imposing human perception on reality

Commuting to work. To my right is an unfamiliar sea. The city comes into view, all the buildings are on stilts now, some are walking around.

Car chase scene: She bites into an apple, spits a seed out of the window. The police car crashes into a fully grown apple tree.

fake fire that mimics real fire to protect itself against predators

warning sign: open minds strictly prohibited, sparks may cause epistemic fire

Qualia was solved and we started cataloguing colors, postulated a periodic system, discovered a new primary color with a half life of a week

1-2: uprising and final expulsion↵3: local flora↵#eh16 http://twitter.com/allgebrah/status/714141260106362881/photo/1

1-2: observe their life and customs↵3-4: a challenger appears but is swiftly struck down↵#eh16 http://twitter.com/allgebrah/status/714138754382958592/photo/1

made this little guy out of a cigarette filter and some e-waste at the #eh16 (p0stap0c workshop) http://twitter.com/allgebrah/status/714136241105670144/photo/1

naming jelly to a tree

we caught the desert: lured it in with a big fat oasis, surrounded it with mountains, then reined it in with rivers

Lift the cow’s skull against your ears and you can hear the desert, sand grinding down bones

the asphalten god of the streets slithers along the plains, leaving a slime trail of civilization

as the smog lifts, you briefly spot it three blocks away↵it looks at you and you smell spilled gasoline, hear the rumble of the subway

the god of the city wanders between skyscrapers, buildings aging by decades under its gaze, a dozen street signs sprouting from its head

Now that the cells are specializing, we do the same: Those living on the brain become prone to brooding, those on the skin grow scales.

We failed to stop the comet but then, it simply sank into the crust. We were relieved until a year later, Earth split in two. Then four.

When it hits a city, it chews up houses and streets and leaves them remodeled in its wake: like a wave, or a giant slug teeming with people.

On one end of the temple, the cranes stand and build. On the other, the demolition crews are at work. This way, it travels the land.

devolve :: delete↵evolve :: elete↵?

attach a plant fibre cable to the tree and tap into the secret forest radio: news from the front, fungus warnings, bird songs, tree dating

the narrative giveth [power] and it taketh away [autonomy]

did you know that everything you drink wine out of also produces music? wineskins (bagpipes), glasses (glass harps), your enemies’ skulls (

Violins nurse their young with a special milky song. To hear it, steal their mewling children and place surrogates in their stead.

The knife sings jubilantly as it slashes through reality and leaves ribbons that float… down? I’ve never seen that direction before

Turned out there were many equivalent theories of everything, but each appealed to a different audience and required another consciousness.

Picture of paper tiger↵in the wild (it’s hiding in the gaps)

Recently it has been hunted for its fur: wild stories, written by no one.

The tiger is patterned/blank, striped in words and spaces, to hide better in books. It preys on weak sentences and unsuspecting readers.

the robots are bulletproof, but their heads make a satisfying ping when a bullet hits↵so fire away and play the soundtrack of your death

it’s not strong AI if you can outdrink it

You would think that gutting and frying one would work? That’s what the sewer dwellers used to think! No such luck.