there is only one shape in the world that will always right itself, no matter what equilibrium point you balance it on, stable or unstable, on its head or on its ass — the gömböc — no cuboids, no spheres, no eggs, no cones, no other objects can compare —…

a weight lifted the hyenas have been silenced their cackles mere echoes in the distance… it’s okay to move forward now it’s okay to exhale… of time spent waiting, fidgeting in an uncomfortable chair in an unfamiliar office, bladder full and unsure if I’ll have enough time to pee — here, your…

there’s a slant to the spine, see? that’s how you know this other creature isn’t me… a fabrication meant to cater to the whims of every other person who seems to have a problem with the way I like to do my things — if there’s a point to all this…

I have three good pens and the rest were all stolen, borrowed, or left to me as gifts disco error — I believe we’ve escaped the flood — what’s in a title anyway? but a little bit of bitter lemon wit… and a warning from up above my AI entity…

the last of the matriarchs has taken to her bed everyone, she says, must answer for their sins of epitaphs with marbled face, the letters with our hands we trace… the beloved with their names engraved won’t trust the things we have to say… we do not see this place in death…

he’s a slug, a silly slug and there’s a cricket in the house mothers always defend their sons no matter what sort of monsters they become I wonder who will be the first famous person to get completely re-created using artificial intelligence and who will be the first to have…

eve’s first task was to give all the animals names but I say the noble fauna should not be confined to such a strict categorical analysis I want you to know my disposition is one of composed demonstration that the neighborhood folks have a maddening gloom about them and they…

I shaved the hairs on the back of my upper arms and now they’re growing back all weird—great when is the first day of the fall that is appropriate to start watching scary movies? is now ok? is it bad that I step on acorns because I like how they…

we’re all metacognitive creatures, chimpanzees wearing sneakers, having meltdowns in department stores and being generally pretty cruel to one another… it’s our reasoning about ourselves from a point of view beyond ourselves that makes us feel so damn special… we can think about thinking and layer more layers of thought on top…