door without wall↵street without destination↵smile without face↵government without society↵light without anything to show

This clock doesn’t bother with measuring time, it doesn’t need to. It only, unfailingly, tells you whether it is time or not.

“A civilized society needs to specialize”, he explained. “The Workers of Work, the Sleepers of Sleep and us, the Dreamers of Dreams.”

in the abyss it just travelled, all that was lost still floats↵aligns↵everything collapses↵↵And you find yourself awake again.

you lose even the direction of your fall, but eventually it stops↵there’s nothing left except an atom of awareness↵it looks up

it is so silent that you forget you ever had ears↵or nose, mouth, eyes, body, all obsolete now↵memories drop away like scabs off your skin

fall into sleep: colourful dreams surround you↵but you fall further into black tar↵fall further: a deep violet pulse↵further: no more sound

How to use public transit in the solar system:↵1. find comet stop in your vicinity↵2. wait for comet↵3. show ticket↵4. grab comet’s tail

rivers, streams and rivulets have nothing to support them anymore↵they look like a nervous system now, stripped of the rest of the body

earth is raining upwards: loose crumbs of soil fall up, chunks of turf peel off and follow, trees cling to the ground with their last roots

rocks of everyday life:↵noolith - book (usually nonfiction)↵oneirolith - book (usually fiction)↵sociolith - building↵cryptolith - hard drive

Their insides are reconfiguring themselves, gears are turning and levers moving. (didn’t they feed on gas? must have evolved recently)

You see their larvae eating trails into the handrails. Around the corner, a few dozen cocoons are hanging off an exposed wire, red hot.

Turn off your flashlight and sit still: Hear the clickety clack of clockwork wings, see them illuminated by the gentle glow of the antennae.

When they fell out of fashion, the moths largely died out. Some populations persist in old sewers: Enough metals and swamp gas to survive.

For them, it made actual sense to swarm around lights. Gas lamps were a critical food source, leaked just enough to feed a moth for the day.

Mechanical moths were common once: Their metabolism was powered by their antennae, made of the same fine metal mesh that gas lights use.

[GLITCH HAZARD]↵contents may:↵scramble memories↵duplicate your cat↵pixelate important body parts↵make you conceive yourself retroactively

intergalactic tumbleweed, blown about by the exhaust of quasars↵its gentle nature is unhelpful when it hits your ship at many dozen km/s

the self drinking cup↵would’ve been one for the slag heap but I drew it instead http://twitter.com/allgebrah/status/709829112899227648/photo/1

someone with write access to the platonic realm put it there but somehow you think it’s a good idea to solve the labyrinth

the minotaur lurks in a conceptual labyrinth, every wrong turn of thought guarded by a basilisk

this thought brought to you by the question: what does the axis orthogonal to organic/crystalline look like? [A: both are structure]

we can try to find more alien processes (like commerce) or try to smash the box: what would unstructure and antistructure look like?

process/structure mismatch:↵https://twitter.com/allgebrah/status/709522167017443328

it is entertaining to force one process into the other’s structures: mushroom houses, crystallizing cities, mycelium crystals.

[musings]↵crystals, fungi, buildings are all structures created by a value-giving process (entropy, evolution, human volition respectively).

a chasm splits the continent↵under it, a restless eye crying lava↵it focuses on Orion and blinks, once, then vanishes↵Earth caves in

Freshly picked jawberry bites your tongue and gums with thorny teeth when eaten, mixing its juice and your blood into a delicious cocktail.

In fact, a popular dismissal spell for lesser fire elementals is: [you are now burning manually]

When the fire gained consciousness, it was so surprised that it forgot to burn. Needless to say, its awareness didn’t last long.

you close your eyes and float↵just don’t open your eyes with your feet pointing at the sky, that is if you don’t intend to fall into space

The Landing of Columbus was faked. But we’ve all been playing along for so long that it doesn’t matter anymore.

gravity has failed and nature has to work by sight in the meantime↵you set up mirrors in the garden, it confuses the hell out of the rain

Fires so slow that we put them in flower pots. They glow at night and make great bonsais.

writing technique: glitching narratives

Wake up, dismiss your night form, put on your day skin, drink a coffee, check in the mirror that you don’t wear your face the wrong way.

The choir begins to play, the audience finds itself speechless and indeed thoughtless at certain words. They experience only what remains.

The Silent Orchestra’s kettledrum produces sudden, then receding silence. The strings a softly muffling one, the trumpets cutting.

in the recesses of your mind, memories compost into fertile soil for invasive dreamweeds↵is your grandma green & leafy? maybe that’s why

The Internet is an aquarium and we are each on both sides of the window.

Languages can be alloyed like metals: Wordsmiths like to add a little French for elegance, or German for philosophic toughness.

the aliens left us powerful artifacts but we mistook them for overcompressed jpegs

The Moon is the portrait that ages in Earth’s stead.

@allgebrah https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Analogy_of_the_sun WST: Origins↵”Hey Socrates-San, what is ‘good’?“↵”Hell if I know, have you tried becoming a sun instead?”

@allgebrah These are gold though:↵https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Category:Metaphors_referring_to_objects↵https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Category:Metaphors_by_reference

List of metaphorical cutting implements: Occam’s, Hitchen’s and Hanlon’s Razor, Damocles’ Sword, etc↵https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Category:Razors_%28philosophy%29 is lacking

shave your identity regularly with occam’s razor

Other flows exist that one isn’t anchored against by default (like culture).↵But what are the non-obvious ones and their respective anchors?

Whatever anchors you in time, throw it over board. Lose your friction and your sense of time. Drift.