Dodecahedron

I come home from backrooms. I open the backrooms tag. It is 20 pictures of the same white guy who was onscreen for ten minutes or less. I cannot find any of the main characters. I close the backrooms tag.

a handprint made in concrete is just the image of a hand, it’s not the real thing. or, it’s the absence of a hand, more than anything, the negative space. the casing around where it should be. it’s an indent that was made from something real - that could not have existed without something real - but it’s not the real thing, it’s just trying to be. maybe it’s not even trying. you put your hand there with your mother and the concrete remembers, and the handprint doesn’t even know why it exists, it just does. if we can make copies and not-things from real things in the world, who’s the say the world couldn’t do that itself? does it even need to know why?

yasssss this is brilliant 🙏🙏