I'm by the water now. Not close enough to touch, but close enough to see it shine on the horizon. I would dip a toe in and paddle if I were closer but it's a fair walk. Perhaps I'll make it down one of these days, I'd like that. To feel the water lap round … Continue reading Ripples
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The Island
We found 35 scrolls. Scrolls we hadn't seen before, scrolls which hadn't seen the light of day. As the world's foremost scholar, this came as a shock. I had to go through each and descern their authenticity, their quality, their worth. He was right to leave them behind, let's say that.We also found 121 official … Continue reading The Island
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I'm back.
Running the numbers
There is a black cat at the window. The cat has precipitated my morning. In order to let the cat in I have to change out of my pajamas and dressing gown. My partner is terribly allergic to cats so any trace will bring her out in hives. In my day pajamas, I open the … Continue reading Running the numbers
Efficiencies
Or, on the writing of 100 posts and the consumption of a million contents.It dawned on me recently that the last post here, Growth, degrowth, regrowth, didn't actually focus on any of those topics. I had intended to write something witty in relation to the winter budget and tie it to the site, but flat … Continue reading Efficiencies
Growth, degrowth, regrowth
My friends and I used to smoke cannabis repeatedly and complain about it's effects but ultimately come to the same conclusion - We didn't know if we'd be smarter if we didn't smoke as much cannabis as there was no way of knowing. It's a stoner logic which reassures you, but shouldn't probably be applied … Continue reading Growth, degrowth, regrowth
Scorched Earth
Walking back here for the first time, I think, in years. There are corpses laid out, hands to the sky, asking why? Why would I return? Why did I leave? How did I get here?Un-imposed silence here connotes noise elsewhere. A separate channel. This is true, however, it's the noise of a prison. A monotonous, … Continue reading Scorched Earth
Matinee
His eyes adjusted to the darkness slowly, coming in from the bright summer light. Goosebumps flared up over the tattoo of an egg on his forearm and his pupil dilated, but neither in the way they had last night. Cool air which had belonged in there for decades filled his damaged lungs and caught him … Continue reading Matinee
Mr Hummels strikes again…
You are supposed to imagine yourself at the centre of the panopticon, watching over the others. I'm not sure the other perspectives were never really considered when old Bentham came up with the Panoption, barring the notion that the others knew you could be watching at any time. Beyond that... ¯\_(ツ)_/¯I'd have liked to work … Continue reading Mr Hummels strikes again…
Limbo
Briefing RoomDCI Plook -"Those of you who know Mr Hummels will know that he is a shapeshifter, ethereal and somewhat un-pindown-able. So for Mr Hummels to not be himself, is par for the course. Rumours that he shares his identity with some capitalist shill, a no-mark, lifeless drone, operating on Edinburgh's Southside, have been quashed … Continue reading Limbo
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