Faith and fear are the contrasting forces that shape our journeys. They are the yin and yang of our existence. If we choose fear over faith, we stagnate and fall short of our potential. But…
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I think I’ll rename my cat Lord Fluffington the Fourth
When hyper-surreal madness takes hold, you just have to surrender to the loopy vibes. You never know when hyper-surrealism will strike. One minute you’re just living your usual routine in good old consensual reality, and…
as thin as a spider’s silk in a morning breeze
meeting eris In my dream, I stumbled into a wild discotheque in the clouds, where the DJ was none other than Eris, the goddess of chaos herself. She was spinning records that sounded like thunder…
slipping through the in-between
“Belief is the death of intelligence,” as Robert Anton Wilson would tell you. The moment you believe a doctrine of any sort or assume certitude, you stop thinking about that aspect of existence. And the…
Embrace the chaos and absurdity
in the spirit of mythic imagination, my new goddess is Eris, the Greek goddess of chaos and discord. she reigns supreme. in her domain, contradictions aren’t just accepted; they’re celebrated. to her, the world is…
Return of the King
For some time now, I’ve been a wanderer, a seeker, chasing mirages in the vast, unforgiving desert of the real, a landscape that often blurs the lines between illusion and truth. I had as my…
nothing is as it seems
Charles T. Tart’s book, Waking Up, has been on my bookshelf for a while now. It caught my attention this morning because I’ve been thinking about which habits of being, thinking, perceiving, and feeling I…
Waking up from dreams to true choice
Jacking back into the Sprawl I call home, I was gonna do some soul-searching in the ‘trix, but my neural apps are blazing with too much input to reflect right now. I’m parsing data from…
fragmentation
I jack into the metaverse, escaping the grime and drizzle of Neo-Southam for brighter worlds. But even here among the endless virtual cityscapes, I feel the isolation creep in. Millions of people logged in from…
Against the tyranny of passive absorption
I find myself under the soft glow of the moon, dancing joyously yet solemnly on the grave of the “Author”-as-God. For too long, readers have been subservient to the writer’s sovereign imagination, surrendering the right…
The Watcher
Amidst the hallowed halls of the Artis Moderna Gallery, a particularly peculiar statue catches the wandering eye—a hyper-realistic marble mannequin with a vintage 1950s television for a head. Dubbed “The Watcher,” this sculpture tells a…
pixel storm
She gazed in wonder at the cascading pixels that fell around her. Each one glimmered with vibrant hues—ferocious reds, sunny yellows, verdant greens, and vivid blues—that blurred together like the colours of a rainbow. As…
feeding frenzy
I sat down to write, my fingers poised over the keyboard, unsure of where this passage would lead. I wanted to comment on the ceaseless appetite of consumerism—the way people frantically acquire and discard the…
Once before, once again
Here I am again, wandering through the landscape of my past, searching for the person I used to be before I lost my way. I can see him flickering in the distance like a mirage—that…
the mothership connection
I’m firing up my trusty MarsEdit spaceship to blast out this blog post at warp speed! Gotta make sure all systems are go before taking this bad boy out for spin across the blogosphere. If…
I think i might have this figured out
With all of the turmoil going on in the social media landscape, I’ve been trying to get my blogging game back in shape. I’ve been debating whether to blow the dust off this site and…
The Life of Jean Seberg in Pictures
Few names in the world of celluloid magic are as mysterious and interesting as Jean Seberg. Seberg was born on November 13, 1938, on the golden plains of Marshalltown, Iowa. She would go on a…
rambling on
My mood has been set in the 60s and 70s most of today with the likes of The Yardbirds, The Rolling Stones, The Doors, Ten Years After, The Mamas & The Papas, and Led Zeppelin…
There’s still room for us at the table
I’m one of those people who recognise the positive impact of AI on the creative process. For me, AI is particularly useful in helping me to distill large amounts of information quickly. This morning, for…
A Tale of Chatbots and Chaos
Oh, how quaint that some of my friends are still resisting the inevitable rise of artificial intelligence! If only they were as enlightened as the great William S. Burroughs, who undoubtedly would have embraced ChatGPT…