There is a bird in captivity. The bird is a rare one, held for commercial reasons. One of the eggs will have to be discarded, due to imperfections with the little bird inside. A young man has pity with the bird and will try to rescue the egg, but this is forbidden.
A Murder Undone
I have a loose sense I once committed murder on a friend, but that the gods of Memory and Guilt wouldn’t take me. Normally so patient, those masters, but I had loaded them down over timed with offerings they judged as false. I had taken upon myself guilt for for events I couldn’t control, embellished … Continue reading A Murder Undone
The Container
I don't "create content,"I contain, saysthe Vessel, a recent invention from Fragrant Entertainment, the company that keeps you company with your tea. A half-liter semi-transparent spherical container with twelve jointed feet, positioned pairwise at 60 degrees angles, the Vessel can move in all directions like a hexagonal crab (and can indeed employ its limbs as … Continue reading The Container
The Doomsday Plot (regrets)
I have had a long time to think, and have come to regret, in a deeper way than before, my decision to wire the remote control to a doomsday apparatus to the Cartesian gland in my brain, so that it will be triggered the moment my mind ceases communication with my body, that is to … Continue reading The Doomsday Plot (regrets)
Extractors of experience
They delve deep, the miners of experience. They dig into layers of memory, sediments of emotion and mental habit, extract a core of personality in the way they draw a core from an ice sheet. That is to say: Vertically.
Wherein my voice-over voice-overs itself
I'll write about myself today, and my writing process. With time, I hope to steer material like this into sort of a writing diary – it's a possible idea for future paid content on my newly started Patreon page – but for the very reasons I will describe, saving ideas for later isn't always the … Continue reading Wherein my voice-over voice-overs itself
The Dream that Became a Meme
I had a dream that escaped into a world. I don't know how. I must have been talking in my sleep. I was staying in a room with five other men. And they were terrible people. We had been celebrating the birthday of an immensely rich person, or possibly a deceased archeologist. In either case … Continue reading The Dream that Became a Meme
13th Feb 2023 Spontaneous writing
The view from where this was written. You can see a sliver of sunlight on top of the building on the left. I pull out my phone to write what could be an entry in a writing diary, if I had one … something I have considered, if I could learn how to compose non-fictional … Continue reading 13th Feb 2023 Spontaneous writing
The tub
In the art project "waiting for the tub to fill," you watch the artist play a game with very few actions. She is confined to a single room, and have only three options: Turn the handle, pace back and forth, and stare into space. Because the animation is two-dimensional, she can only pace in those … Continue reading The tub
Commitments, fewer apologies
My writing self moves forward, slowly. I'm still not clear about where. I mean, no one are. But some have more of a target in mind. I suspect. Others have learned that for them, too distant targets are how people get lost. I'm one of those. So, end-of-year/beginning-of-year events are good places to stop and … Continue reading Commitments, fewer apologies