I hope your new year is wet and smooth. Like a molted lizard. Like a river stone

Maybe we shouldn't start the year by dropping the ball. We should pick another metaphor

at the new year bells we’ll all emerge from our chrysalises having evolved into something different and startling

in 2025 we’re bringing back dying by the sword

They cut out the part of me that dreams. It was a little man. I was deaf to his screams and they took him away from me

They normally don't let me drink in the office but as a christmas gift they gave me a special cocktail they called "movie fluid" and it lets me see at framerates never before imagined

After I was born my father placed me inside a tetrahedron. When I found my way to escape it I discovered it was within a larger cube, and so on through the series of Platonic solids. So that's sort of my story.

I honestly do think that "words mean things" as a cliche has given people permanent ontological damage. it is an appeal to authority, ceding our collective responsibility to construct meaning to a class of people who do not share your interests words don't mean things people mean things start there

God of doorways

Me, during Zoom meeting: I want to eat the constellations. My boss (eyes turning black): You'll have to kill them first.

Me, during Zoom meeting: I want to eat the constellations. My boss (eyes turning black): You'll have to kill them first.

The stars see every painting you make.

That one time your cousin did an actual Hadoken and it blew every lightbulb in the cul-de-sac

Neurotypicality is a prison.

My reflection blinked first, so I’m sleeping with the lights on.

A sky like this made me. It formed me, out of clay

using a broom handle to knock down a fairy nest in my garage

some lady on TikTok found an ancient spear that allowed her to pin god’s foot onto the earth

May Santa Claus inspire you to show kindness, and to bend time and space as you move through the dark heart of a winter night

I had a stress dream that trees were hairy and you had to peel off all the hair before you could cut them down. Just covered in thick white fur. They’d purr when you did it. Perverse creatures. I hate them now.

Winter Nights #kaseyart

A New Man has appeared - he will be beaten before long

The United States Of America Is Just A Concept And Concepts Fade Away All the Time

The renaissance craftsmen made the stained glass out of prisms. The light creates seven portraits, one for each head of Christ

Personally, I hate art. That's why I have invented the Art Grenade

a boardgame with hidden information. the information is never revealed to anyone.

Freshling Friend 🌱

My workplace: Join us for Wellness Wednesday! Here's a fun group activity using AI. Me: I am no longer interested in being comfortable. I am interested in being Alive

if peace costs distance, pay it

The clock reaches for the sky.

Scientists just found out that we're all living in the second spot-the-difference picture. That stripey cushion is actually supposed to have dots on it. it's fucked up. They don't know what to do about it.

sometimes babies are just born on fire and no one knows why

I hope this email finds you alive. Lungs still breathing Heart still beating

Pornhub has released the top most searched terms in the United States and every state searched “industrial crane lifting a dark and dripping shape from an unquiet sea” bc America is going through it,

Had a priest bless the blood in my arteries. Come at me, Drac

She plugs the ethernet cable into your heart, and suddenly you feel connected. LAN party, motherfuckers. Let's do this

The Mario 64 staircase is real. It is located at the Chicago O'Hare Airport. You can't reach the top so don't even try

Once a sourdough starter is introduced to your habitat it feels like anything you touch or breathe will grow inside you. A duck pond starter is the only reason I'm still myself

AMONG TIME TRAVELERS IT IS CONSIDERED RUDE TO REFER TO ONE'S TIMELINE BY LETTER OR NUMBER SO INSTEAD THEY REFERENCE THEIR MOST IMPROBABLE EVENTS. THIS IS THE TIMELINE WHERE BOMBADIER BEETLES EVOLVED. THE ONE WHERE ADOLPHE SAX LIVED TO ADULTHOOD.

IT'S HERE!!

For your Thursday date night, she takes you to the sunken kingdom that appears sometimes in the pond at the park. To your surprise, the seafood is mid.

Going out to the garden of gods, each deity blooming on its stem, petals folded fractal and infinite, a insect with dozens of compound eyes flitting from blossom to blossom, like an angel, sucking up ambrosia with its jeweled proboscis

Protagonist? Oh, you mean the OC in my reality fic?

For your Thursday date night, she takes you to the sunken kingdom that appears sometimes in the pond at the park. To your surprise, the seafood is mid.

For those who haven't been before, I wrote over 300 short works of fiction as part of my northofreality.com project, most of which are on the website, and some of which are secret documents carried by a select few. The Greater Reality Area will begin as a newsletter, and evolve in its own way.

On this, the day of my birth, I am pleased to announce that I will be launching my next publication, THE GREATER REALITY AREA, on JANUARY 3RD, 2026. It has been several years since NORTH OF REALITY, and here shall begin my long awaited return to the fray! New logo by @tinyobscurae.bsky.social

What if the haystack is comfy. What if that's where the needle wants to be