nereid

electric sleep

Mon, 02 Mar 2026 00:47:12 GMT

the dream was that everybody had a key of their own, the key could be used anywhere to open your own pocket dimension. if you were to imagine a lock, you could turn the key in the air and a holographic door would appear allowing you to enter. on the other side would be a world entirely of your own choosing, with no other people. i often used my key to get out of arguments and go to a small room, with a cozy loft and a large rainy window.

sometimes you could fall in between dimensions if you opened doors within them, in this case you would come across long hallways and could meet a few other people. if you opened an unlocked door in these hallways you could join someone else in their pocket dimensions. a couple times i had nice people enter mine and we would enjoy quiet company.

i love the idea that any sufficiently advanced technology is indistinguishable from magic.

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the archivist

Mon, 02 Mar 2026 00:36:50 GMT

cuneiforms scrawled on the tattered ruin walls, in all their former glory
ancient glyphs withstood the test of all time, and they spelled out our futile story
an experienced traveler could have read the writing from o'er a thousand miles away
but our eyes back then were convincingly dewy, and the clouds oppressively grey

listening carefully for the sweet intonations, that i might catch a clear view
you asked me to trust your intentions, but how, when i don't even know you?
i said "very well, im the archivist after all," and i sat myself down at your side
and yet i was facing backwards- blind loyalty and hopeful resolutions- my cyanide

you forced the puzzle gates open, and sure enough hidden chambers part
you positioned me onto the altar, the centerpiece at the labyrinthes heart
the temple suddenly burst into waterfalls, flooded over as if time had been unfrozen
this wasnt my vision but somehow i knew, for this was what i'd always been chosen

sky and sea clashed while we drifted apart, and i watched you set sail for the currents
im not like you, my only small closure; then for what was this violent insurgence?
as if by pure instinct, a membranous bubble forms and around me it begins to glow
this way i cocooned myself away for good, and dove deep down into the undertow

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animism into the blooming field of animation

Mon, 02 Mar 2026 00:34:00 GMT

how so that you could destroy it?
how then so that it could be destroyed?
could you not feel the crushing weight of it?
held between human hands only to be consumed
what is the difference between life and energy?
collectively we contribute
and our contributions become the soil we die in
prioritize surely as we all must
but do not turn a blind eye to the suffering of the universe
and all of its children and grandchildren
it is you who will set the course
if only you would compromise with the moon
so that the tides may shift
forever, in the direction for the future

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perpetual spectator effect

Mon, 02 Mar 2026 00:33:01 GMT

the symbol of what it means to be a real person,
but you were already a real person, what was the use?

so incoherently are the thoughts strung together
that they finally begin to resemble something alive

i look in the mirror and i see someone else
but i also see me, because that is who i am

ingrained from birth are the ideas of what is true
the slow, painful realizations are the only way of undoing it

words understood through millennia only to be repackaged, resold
and here i was in the midst of it, wondering what this has to do with me

now it is clear as day, but it cannot be restated
all of the little quips
all of the little facts
all of the little truths
it was by design and so was i

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venus in aquarius

Mon, 02 Mar 2026 00:31:11 GMT

each person, to me, is a unique constellation.
and the realization of just one lone star
can raise the continuous awareness
to all those that play off of it.

different lives intermingle with one another
in a behaviour that mirrors this image perfectly,
and it comes together in the most immersive web,
humming with dewdrops on each silken strand.

i can see every spark when you allow yourself the moment,
and i am constantly connecting the lights.
i can feel the universe expand when you share it with me,
and i could toss myself into it forever.

so this is what it is to love.

(written for her)

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