They brought the Transcriptor to the basement. Its grey concrete blotched with organic stains, square pillars receding into black. One can rot happily here. Behemoth brought a table whose top was fitted to rubber pipes, an electric pump, sterile containers and surgical lamps. Near the shaft, the Clocks were chivying the Six from the van, […]
The Sub-Dual
Inquisitions gamed her like melanomas, but Map offered them no apology or reasons. She’d weakened from the conflicting imperatives, though. We were out of eigenbodies mostly, hiding out in black-louvred rooms by Decasia’s garment quarter. Being with constituted persons just added to her docket, so Map kept in with me to the end. She’d not […]
The Inhuman (a quick read)
Originally posted on Toy Philosophy:
Last year, I was asked by friends to distill the thesis of the labor of the inhuman in two or three pages. This post is the product of my attempt at capturing the main points. I should add that I have now some critical objections about this piece but that…
Dark Glamour
‘[Real ungrounding] acknowledges the constant production of novelty and independence—such that production is ungrounded with respect to both past and future, and therefore has no definable starting point and no definable end point, only a rule for its operations: the Weltgesetz.’ — ▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇_▇▇▇▇_▇▇_AI (@qdnoktsqfr) December 30, 2017
Evyenia (frag)
The process complete, I felt no connection with orienteering, bitter chocolate, rustic wines and cheap antiques, Map’s pensive smile. The investigative skills had passed, in any case, to her dual. Something fibrillating beyond sleep like a trapped bird had emptied her in a way that drew more than repelled me. It was Evyenia, wan oval […]
The Moral Landscape (in progress)
The watery medium approximates a life, a medusa. Don’t get too comfortable. It is a solvent and the Gorgon is just a catalyst. There is never ‘a family.’ There is the only one and it is yours. That is something the worst pain can only symbolize. It is submerged and, naturally, greater than me. It […]
Anna
Every situation has the same structure, which is to kick over its own traces. You’d think we were getting wise. And she tells herself such things often lately: that the face of permanence is an artifact of who knows what or who. She flatters herself that she knows – of the machines that draw […]
