Closed creative rivalry/correspondence. Sending art back and forth on a regular basis, creating in response to each other's art, never showing it to anyone else.
November 16, 2025 at 10:22 PM
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A suicide note: I would like to inform you that I bought most of my books used and the marked passages in them were not my doing. In most cases, I would have chosen different passages to mark. Please don't infer things about my character from any marked passages. Thanks. Bye.
November 16, 2025 at 9:21 PM
A suicide note: I would like to inform you that I bought most of my books used and the marked passages in them were not my doing. In most cases, I would have chosen different passages to mark. Please don't infer things about my character from any marked passages. Thanks. Bye.
Definitive edition? How can you call it definitive when I'm seeing it on a different screen, in a different room, through different eyes? You make me sick.
July 27, 2025 at 1:30 PM
Definitive edition? How can you call it definitive when I'm seeing it on a different screen, in a different room, through different eyes? You make me sick.
Phone camera takes so much mystery away. I want to buy a bunch of old shitty cameras and take several photos of every drawing and painting. The digital image should not try to get close to the physical object. Feels more dishonest than just hinting at it.
November 16, 2025 at 5:30 PM
Phone camera takes so much mystery away. I want to buy a bunch of old shitty cameras and take several photos of every drawing and painting. The digital image should not try to get close to the physical object. Feels more dishonest than just hinting at it.
This is the stratum with thousands of nervous systems fixed to thousands of cold slabs of metal suspended from rails in the ceiling. I don't know what this one is for either.
August 5, 2024 at 11:22 PM
This is the stratum with thousands of nervous systems fixed to thousands of cold slabs of metal suspended from rails in the ceiling. I don't know what this one is for either.
For today's scheduled enrichment activity they put us in the sterile corridor again. For tomorrow's scheduled enrichment activity they're putting us in the sterile corridor again.
May 8, 2024 at 9:25 PM
For today's scheduled enrichment activity they put us in the sterile corridor again. For tomorrow's scheduled enrichment activity they're putting us in the sterile corridor again.
Today we were tasked with adding more support struts to the rotting bird-headed deity in the courtyard. Seems like a pointless endeavor, but the pay is decent, so we don't ask questions.
September 2, 2024 at 10:19 PM
Today we were tasked with adding more support struts to the rotting bird-headed deity in the courtyard. Seems like a pointless endeavor, but the pay is decent, so we don't ask questions.
It's not strange at all that 'finishing' a piece of art would bring out mournful feelings, because it could have been more and it could have been less and the small slice of time in which you, the artist, were its midwife, can never have the right duration. You mourn the paved-over and the unborn.
November 15, 2025 at 11:48 PM
It's not strange at all that 'finishing' a piece of art would bring out mournful feelings, because it could have been more and it could have been less and the small slice of time in which you, the artist, were its midwife, can never have the right duration. You mourn the paved-over and the unborn.