I'm not crying, you're crying. Actually, I'm writing in floods of tears on a dead platform to an audience of no-one. All is clearly well. It is of course all a question of luck, thinking of all the money I've frittered on the lottery brings that home to me now, not my vacation in Mexico. … Continue reading On everything.
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
And you thought you had it bad…
As the world veers towards Nuclear or climate annihilation I want to let it be known that Mr Hummels had a rotten sequence of events happen to him. But that won't keep him down. Mr Hummels is writing this for posterity's sake. The creative act, in this instance, writing, is a futile one. To write … Continue reading And you thought you had it bad…
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
Clicking and Ticking
I was there to fix the clicking, which was ironic as my body clicked and groaned as I manipulated it into the tight space. I had a look at the problem and whirred the handles, the clicking was loud and obtrusive. "It didn't used to do that." said the man. "Used to be silent."I looked … Continue reading Clicking and Ticking
Revolution
I sat and ate breakfast, my second in as many hours, and came to the realisation that there would be no revolution. It was the type of breakfast which happened after 50 hours of work in a week; tired and unsatisfying. Orange citrus burned an ulser in my mouth. The supplementary coffee blew through, too … Continue reading Revolution
Otters
I write here today... because I otter.Wheyyyoooo!Trigger Warning - Slavery, Allusions to sexual violenceThat was likely the best part of this little ramble, as I try to both collect and construct my thoughts about life and all its recent mysteries. Since last we spoke, much has happened. Or has it? Is my nut just wilting? … Continue reading Otters
Lack
The below is no longer relevant, or is perhaps only a fragment of the whole process which was still occurring as I wrote about it. Unbeknownst to me. The theme of lack now refers most prominently to my own moral/ethical lack. My decision to sell out and participate fully in a system which I hate … Continue reading Lack
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