Everyone loves him here, but also, there's disliking Pete for reasons, and then there's a group of people in South Bend who take it to a level where any indication of dissent against the commonly considered 'good' begins to look like a symptom of something gone undiagnosed. And in that way I relent, sure. But I didn't always relent, and tonight I'm reminded of why, as some … [Read more...] about “It will be our Tomorrow”
I've spent the last two weeks attempting to plug some pieces of an excel spreadsheet together for some of the deep forest web, in the effort of smoothing the corners of the praxis of magical timing. I've taken full responsibility for it, and now my life is falling apart, but that tracks for reasons. I found myself trying to source some of vaguer parts of how the original … [Read more...] about Tuesday Thoughts on “The Sheet”.
Mark Fischer's work Ghosts of My Life: Writings on Depression, Hauntology, and Lost Futures connected themselves to the various pieces of Star Trek shapes I still carry with me from back when that sort of thing still mattered. Probably because Enterprise, of all the Trek properties, is I think the most properly Derrida-ly haunted. I've spent the last couple of years … [Read more...] about In Memory of Future Cancellations
Glittering breeze. First light’s childlike persistence pushes its way through the canopy and dances against the bark. Bough and branch glow like embers, their shadows are soot. The new day weaves fragrances between hawk's sleep and awareness. Her sinus cavities filled, yet still she is empty. Hollow stomach growls. Pine, moss, and earth twist around her rousing mind like … [Read more...] about Red Tail