Melcome
to my echo chamber.
I’m having fun, (right now).
And that’s what it’s all about, right?
Now.
Behold the meaningless rantings of a mad(whoa)man.
Sliding slipping sagging
as time warps and wears
picking up speed on the downhill slide.
Infinite neural networks
these/those/them/there/their/they’re sliding glass doors shut
but I can still see back through;
LET ME IN!
It’s cold outside.
Scaramouche is fandangoing
and nothing truly
really
matters
at all.*
*Actually, everything matters/everything’s matter and this is just a coping
mechanism for reality because everything is so big and I am so little and
the forces that exist are so great and I don’t feel strong enough…said hurriedly with flushed cheeks and zero free oxygen anywhere.
But I’m trying.
In Ordinum ist Progress.
(What esoteric concepts!–whose order and progress towards what?!)
Literally all our plundering is in the name of progress, so…
& of course I moved to the state whose motto is Ad astra per aspera.
ad nauseam per Astrae,
blundering through inumerable difficulties
tale as old as Time.
Hit me where the wind blows
& know that endless questioning is nothing but to beg for sorrow.
Adapted ahead of print from JP Skyfield’s Condensed Chronology.
