hello darkness my old friend

you can get away with writing run on sentences if you have swag and are pure of heart

The decline of third spaces and hangouts, such as malls, video rental places, arcades & skate parks has been a direct result of the rise of convenience and has also been objectively bad for society as a whole. Its not that everyone HAS to socialize, but having no option to without bars is a failing.

That’s Sabrina Carpenter

#AugurMicros2025 @augursociety.bsky.social

The problem with that "First they came for" poem is it makes a lot of unlikely assumptions. For example it assumes they would ever come for me

there is no folly of the beasts of the earth which is not infinitely outdone by the madness of men

If anyone suggested I use "AI" for art or writing I would cave their skull in with a fire extinguisher

unspeakable horror

Do thou, too, live in this world without being of it.

Surely all this is not without meaning.

There is a wisdom that is woe; but there is a woe that is madness.

no suicides permitted here, and no smoking in the parlor

the monster’s run was a brief one

the fear of this vast dumb brute of the sea, was chained up and enchanted in him; he had no voice

This is what fascism looks like - using a conspiracy theory about a dehumanized outgroup as a pretext for seizing political power and wielding arbitrary authority. What you read about in the history books is happening right here, right now.

the mightiest elephant is but a terrier to Leviathan

The Elder Scrolls IV: Oblivion

what trances of torments does that man endure who is consumed with one unachieved revengeful desire

Everything that’s happened over the past six months has been a response to an imaginary crisis. There is no immigrant invasion. No trade crisis. No scientific or governance crisis. Just people completely high off their own supply trying to fundamentally reorder society. None of this had to happen.

Reading Orlando and ran headfirst into Woolf joyfully having a bit of fun at her own expense.

It is very bizarre to read Craig Mazin (a very good writer) insisting that The Last of Us Part II “obviously” can not be adapted in any less than three seasons when a single 13 episode season, like the sacred HBO programs of old, would have been more than enough.

Not to psychoanalyze the most boring people in the universe, but a not inconsiderable amount of what seems to drive this kind of hatred is projection. They are frustrated with their own inability to make things, and that self-loathing mutates into an irrational hatred for anyone who can.

It is not down in any map; true places never are.

The thing about FromSoftware is that the only proper film adaptation would have to resemble something like Mad God or Angel's Egg, and there's just no way that anyone's gonna front $200 mil for that.

80 fucking Canadian dollars for a decades-old controller lmao.

“I enjoy thinking about truly fundamental concepts, like the alphabet for instance.”

Been reading William Gibson’s Sprawl trilogy (halfway through Count Zero rn) and this little exchange had me in an uncontrollable fit for a few minutes

Lionsgate get your shit together and give the remastered Second Sight version of The Blair Witch Project a Region A release challenge. Please.

Fourteen Thousand. The long campaign to dehumanize Palestinians is, fundamentally, about this. To provide cover for the annihilation of a people and their culture, from the youngest to the oldest, to shrugs from the most powerful nations in the world.

This kind of thing could be huge if it takes off. Games have been in dire need of their answer to The Criterion Collection or Penguin Random House for a while now.

Happy 20th to the single greatest frame in movie history

to have one’s hands among the unspeakable foundations, ribs, and very pelvis of the world; this is a fearful thing

“I am, somehow, less interested in the weight and convolutions of Einstein's brain than in the near certainty that people of equal talent have lived and died in cotton fields and sweatshops." Stephen Jay Gould, 1941 - 2002

One of the many advantages of leaving Twitter is that it means I’m gonna get to enjoy the new Ari Aster movie without enduring months of vacuous screaming from the hellscape formerly known as film twitter

Swan.

Started writing a story that I thought would just be a short thing that I could submit to competitions and magazines and instead it’s 17,000 words and feels like the rough sketch for a novel. I am either the greatest writer to ever live or the worst. Either way, I have fun and that’s what matters

The ineffaceable, sad birth-mark in the brow of man, is but the stamp of sorrow in the signers.

Petty job hunting complaint: every application which arbitrarily demands that you have a Class 5 Driver's License with access to a car was probably written by the devil.

The Last of Us Season 2 is an empirically worse version of the game and I'm starting to view the show itself as a mixed bag that fails to live up to its source material. That said, Bella Ramsey and Isabela Merced are very good and their relationship is very adorable.

Omori

Moby Dick seeks thee not. It is thou, thou, that madly seekest him!

New Jane Schoenbrun picture gonna be shooting this summer, not far from where I live. How am I meant to focus on anything else, exactly?

Finally finished The Sopranos. Final episode is a cinematic translation of David Chase’s demented cackling (complimentary)

I am begging one of the many cool indie book stores in Vancouver to hire me so that I can have a job that doesn't make me want to pry my soul out of this exhausted fleshy vessel and put it to rest.

MOBY DICK FOR PERVERTS! MOVIE OF OUR TIME INCOMING!

Love me an empty movie theatre in the middle of the day (seeing The Shrouds)

foolish, impious pride, and abominable, devilish rebellion