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Displacement
Nostalgia
Wed, 02 Oct, 2024 11.49 UTC

Day 12. I just played with the cat a bit, and, as the song says, or at least implies, _I'll miss my cat_. After all the trinkets, feathers and simulations of twine we've bought for her, in the end, the most effective device for pay is a long, wobbly, flexible (but not too much so) wire attached to a handle that has a piece of _real_ twine tied to its end. Goes to show you that some ways from the ancient epochs are the best ways. Or at least the most effective ways. As is usual when a threshold is approach...

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Materialism
4
5
Tue, 01 Oct, 2024 14.07 UTC

As I just wrote to the swarm of protozoa that infest my "friend" Christian's living corpse, the new album (the one about _greenhouses_, if you are curious) is now published on Mirlo, Jamcoop and my own Faircamp. In celebration, I'm listening to the album. I thought I might have burned myself out mixing and mastering it, but I am enjoying the run-through. The Yamaha HS5 monitors gurgle forth its mellifluous recital. Speaking of the Yamaha HS5 monitors, they must be _taken care of_. **Taken care of** not in t...

Displacement
Mon, 30 Sep, 2024 12.30 UTC

Today is Day 14. I didn't really want to do it, but a part of my mind insisted. Yes, I do not have complete control of all of my mental modules. Such are the days. So today is day 14. I didn't really want to do it, but one of my mental modules began a countdown. At least I got to choose to name this day _fourteen_ as opposed to _fifteen_, making the day when I actually depart day _zero_ instead of _one_. It makes more sense to the majority of the remainder of my mental modules this way. I shall create a sh...

Music
Greenhouses
Neptune
Nereid
Sun, 04 Aug, 2024 08.24 UTC

There's certainly something about freneticism that fascinates. In any case, thinking about it is my only pastime other than playing backgammon with myself. I know there are others here, proximous, but my cloister is sealed. I'm told - or rather, I've read - that the original vegetative experiments quickly got out of hand, thus my mention of freneticism. The stems and stalks wound and warped themselves through the diameter of the moon, in one side and out the other, looping back around to make further plun...

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Shambal
Greenhouses
Neptune
Triton
Sat, 03 Aug, 2024 07.25 UTC

Shambal Brambel was part of the first group that arrived. The goal was terraforming and experimental neutronium injections to increase the moon's gravity. He observed and was nominally a part of the quick rise and fall of a cobbled topography that at its peak consisted of pragmatically identical structures for housing, processing or atmosphere production. The so-called city was webbed with motorways. Vehicles of every sort streamed along them almost like fluid, casting whorls of grey waste in their wake. T...

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Greenhouses
Neptune
Neso
Sun, 21 Jul, 2024 19.42 UTC

My implants must be malfunctioning again. The ones that control subtlety of hearing and touch. I usually get them calibrated before each cycle, but immediately following the end of the last one, I ran into a clone of my old friend Acy from back in pre-school and primaries for the eighth colony in-vitros. Turns out this version of him is over on Nereid. Or **in** Nereid to be more specific. We got shitfaced on ostensible White Russians on the temp base. I dare not think too hard about what passes for "Kahlúa...

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Greenhouses
Neptune
Larissa
Sat, 20 Jul, 2024 16.14 UTC

My companion, or rather my ex-companion, had to be removed from the project on Larissa for attempts at sabotage. Most of him was unmade and joined the particulate matter flowing through ducts between algae farms. I maintained his skin to create crude, flappy percussion instruments. I spend some of my downtime practising them. In the flat space, they sound more like bangings on hard rubber than what they are supposed to be, but that may be the fault of the resonating chambers or the general lack of acoustic ...

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Greenhouses
Neptune
Galatea
Fri, 19 Jul, 2024 10.50 UTC

The structures that now adhere to an erstwhile rubble-mound were a dream I had epochs ago when I gazed from our station orbiting Neptune outside the Adams Ring with one eye closed like a cyclops through my telescope. If the rifts and crags are poems scrawled across the so-called surface of the moon, my greenhouses are diacritics and vowel marks that allow them to be deciphered. The sprawling atmosphere machinery is calligraphic accretion and wheezes rhythmically like the bellows of an accordion in time with...

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Lakife
Fidelity
Linguistics
Mon, 08 Jul, 2024 08.52 UTC

A slightly modified version of Thalassa sings in my ears via my filthy Tuxedo speakers that are devoid of bass response. Or practically devoid of bass response. I'm following, perhaps, and perhaps not, Christian's need to "test" mixes on as many reproduction devices as "necessary". Of course, this is just his excuse to remain in a state of sloth. One's life of extreme _lujos_ can't be bothered to move from the bed or sofa to engage in unity with high fidelity headphones when one can simply play music throug...

Sao
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Greenhouses
Neptune
Sao
Mon, 08 Jul, 2024 07.46 UTC

The moon had been hollowed out for as long as anyone could remember by the time I'd arrived. What the mechanized diggers found during the process is still a mystery. We call it the _pulsing mind_ of the moon. It throbs in regular time that has, as far as anyone knows, been consistent in interval to the microsecond. There are lengthy pauses, however, that spawn myriad conjectures. My theory is that the moon exists in a graduated, localized bubble perpendicular to the outside fourth dimension. The pauses are ...

Psychology
Anxiety
Fri, 10 May, 2024 11.45 UTC

A good deal of people I know or have known have Anxiety Hangovers. Or Anxiety Anticipations. Or even Anxiety Flashbacks. Or the horrifying Anxiety Nostalgia. Or combinations of them. The hangovers I can understand. They are a lesser form of Post Traumatic Stress Disorder. And in that case, the flashbacks are related, and are also understandable. The worrisome part is the degree to which these flashbacks occur and how debilitating they are. None of the humans I'm referring to have been in a war or associated...

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