so a hermit comes out of the desert.
meets a guy at the edge of town, some kind of vendor or salesman or something. everyone’s really dusty, they’re at the edge of a desert and it’s a long time ago so everyone was dirty anyway. hermit says to the guy, hey what day is it? guy tells him. hermit asks him the month and the year too, then stands thinking about it for a while. guy tries to make a smooth exit from...
sometimes i wonder if my thoughts are my own.
drowning. sharp angles. blue edges. bzzzzzzz… space is cold, dark. the distance between stars is vast. subatomic distances have the same sense quiet empty grandeur. galaxies are more social. they cluster together in stringy filaments dangling in the universe. we’re small by comparison, but not meaningless. life is a renewable resource, though it requires non renewable resources...
i’m looking at my keyboard right now, trying to decide if there’s a way to use it to express my feelings. there’s an interesting shape over the 6^ key, but when i press it the keyboard’s backlight gets brighter. the shape appears on the screen but then it goes away, it doesn’t produce that shape in this text field. i’m captivated by this row of characters: ...
story on signs
you awake, head throbbing. can you remember? nearby, you see your posessions mostly unharmed why are you here? why did you come? in the distance, a gleaming form atop the hill. a ragged path draws you into the forest. at your passing the trees fall utterly silent. overgrown, this way hasn’t seen use in an age. stairs, carved into the living rock. familiar? the...