This nightmare is a chaotic roar, a confused jumble of moments that may or may not have happened. The world is fractured like a broken funhouse mirror and, in each distorted shard, a story plays out. Sounds and sights and emotions overlap. It’s overwhelming. If, however, the mind can focus on one of the multiple and simultaneous shards of ( Read more... )

I prefer sins to threats of floods of Biblical proportions.  Sinning--if you believe in sin outside of the context of curses--is part of being human.  Even if you don't believe in the concept of sin, we're still inescapably flawed creatures that allow our base instincts to overwhelm our social conditioning.

Assuming this string of curses isn't ( Read more... )

( Private to Shilo // Hackable to the skilled and determined )

[Audio]

I don’t remember how old I was when I saw a cat catch a bird on the school playground. It must have been in kindergarten… first grade. It doesn’t matter. I was reading when I heard this noise. It was-there’s nothing to compare it to. I dropped my book and went to find what had made it and, under the old jungle gym that no one played on ( Read more... )

( A short essay on pain (unfiltered) )

[A dream pops into being-not dramatically, but quietly. Hesitantly, almost. The surroundings are vague and indistinct; they’re irrelevant. The ground is solid enough to walk on, but it feels unstable as if it might tilt away at any moment. Justin is present, staring at the featureless walls, barely there himself. He appears to flicker like an ( Read more... )

( Private to Shilo // Unhackable )

In light of this, information regarding Weiß or Weiss--whether it's an organization or an individual--would be appreciated. The crime appears to be an isolated incident; regardless, take caution when outside and travel in groups when possible.

Thank you.

( Private to Shilo // Unhackable )

I like this curse. I realize not everyone will--our weekend of randomized curses came late this month--but it's better than being a child or a cat ( Read more... )

The City has developed a morbid sense of humor in regards to death.  War games where life is cheapened by death's impermanence, the ghosts... I want it to mean something.  I also want to avoid being a ghost again.  Selective solidity made using the computer difficult.

It was nice being invisible, though.

Apologies to anyone I spoke to on the day I  ( Read more... )