“Sometimes, there are things you can only communicate by clashing.” – Yuuki Aonno
Ashes and dust and….
The song lyric goes, “Every generation, blames the one before, and all of their frustrations, come beating at your door…”
A speed limit life
And now we come to it, the pinpoint moment at which culture and society mandate a change of referent for me. For. Me. My entire being itches at the implication of it, ever rebuked and rejected. Still, it arrives and will land like the last bit of lace dropping from the eye; my brain and the mind it mimics recognizing the truth that is the organic machine, the homeostatic process of hollowing that brings all life to eventual transmutation… on behalf of the future, naturally. It still irks. The inertia of simultaneously wanting to do everything and being unable to […]
Gaming Update – tracing futures
I am surprised by how much I am enjoying Phantasy Star Online 2 (finally on steam!) – completely free to play with shop that lets those who want to support free play for all buy all the pixel pretties they desire. Suspect this is where Koster 🤩 is heading with the “Playable Worlds” offering, but since they’re not out of stealth, only time (and marcom) will tell. I predict that Koster’s offering will be In the cloud because server farms on land is just so… 1999. I predict that it will arrive with procedural code generated worlds because modular is MMOs future. […]
A pause, a rest in the meadow
You show true loyalty when you remain dedicated to those who are not dedicated to you. Being rejected doesn’t mean you must reject in turn. One may remain loyal even when all others have forsaken. One does.
Ah, bow dee chee tah
I want to sacrifice myself spread-eagle on a mountaintop; flesh-freed and soul-lifted, flit into the trees, the sky I ponder immortal impossibilities content myself with the 2nd law never dying, shifting forms, a return to the place before I was born The pun of the vas defer ens: halls of the fathers, I smile; life is rarely solemn, too busy bubbling for egress, release The vast differences of life diversity in which rests strength; a lesson that sapient, mammal apes seem oddly loathe to embrace By thinking, too inured to think; in thinking, too short of sight; myopic multitudes, among […]
Spiraling Heath (a ramble)
There’s something liberating about the blank page. The initial thought is to just regurgitate the past; that somewhat odd manner of lingering over it as if it holds an inherent value or impact upon this “now” that I have not, knowingly or ignorantly, granted place, point, and purpose in my being, life, and mind. I am nearly the official label of “senior citizen” (though I suspect that number may be bumped in my lifetime; also, I reject the implications accorded that “title” in our culture and society, even as I look about and tremble to realize that my rejection no […]
Doxiparical
Listening to instrumental, meditative streams today, as the polite rejections continue pouring in.