serlidge hedge and the red roundel

old quarry worn wall by the shaking of the earth the machines that brought down the house and left and the house was how old? we don’t know for we just placed it there, among the hedges overlooking serlidge pit see that when we think a think we make it real and real as it […]

OMG is that a Dead Body?

i get home from the funeral and try to play the last chapter of Dead Space Remake (2023). i fall asleep and wake up the console having timed itself out

A Hollowed Out Dream

Experiencing grief in a dream space.

a morbid dusk

reflections on designing for reflection in Pol Clarissou’s ‘orchids to dusk’

through the eye. poem

aiming. Serotonin burger for the gills, push meat in between the sills. Planet made of light, I tell you, thinking of the thin king who rules my 15 hearts.

Destiny 2 is Existentially Terrifying

You raised me from the dead for what?!