kind noises drifting out of the woods

Involuntary park

Lesbian rule

Solarpunk

Haitian Vodou and Sexual Orientation

Long-time nuclear waste warning messages

Saeculum obscurum

Guerrilla gardening

- a character with FOUL tattooed on one hand and FAIR on the other

- a quartet of demons called Pallor, Algor, Rigor, and Livor

- ocean-crystallized book dedicated to Neptune

- a kind of guard-creature (like those shade dog things from D&D) made out of teeth and dental nerves

- "telling the bees" but it's mind-servants telling secrets to a sinister hive intelligence

liminal spaces are a symptom of late capitalism?

the alienation from our environments creates a strange doublethink where we have a deep emotional attachment to certain places, but we have a simultaneous awareness that these places are existentially meaningless by virtue of having no identity. the way in which we are reduced to interchangeable workers/consumers prompts a Nostalgia Paradox: we love these places, but they do not know us.

is this inherently harmful, and has this happened before? the extent to which places are uniform and the extent to which we are aware of the uniformity probably hasn’t. i suppose theological “transitional spaces” like Purgatory are liminal spaces because they are times/places of passage, of transformation; but there’s nothing so spiritually revelatory about a defunct hotel or abandoned park, at least not as we usually understand them. it’s not very Rational™ or Enlightened® to make them so sublime, after all.

And here upon Earth's noonward height

To feel the always coming on

The always rising of the night

Be it jade, it shatters.

Be it gold, it breaks.

Be it a quetzal feather, it tears apart.

Not forever on earth; only a little while here.