#4/27/24


the thoughts we receive from media are "dead". it may appear to be advancing with time and we could call that a movement, but it'd be like staring at set of bones going through an evolution.

it is static and solid unlike how they were inside the thinker's mind. and it may continue to clog our head like a sneaky pile of corpse they are.

but brief reminder : it is always possible to reanimate them with your own wits, in your own nest

even if you may just end up creating a zombie, clone, homunculus of some sort.
starting point of genuine interest or sense of joy still lies within the process.

besides, that's one less corpse numbing your mind. now that it's alive and standing in two feet, you can kick em out to streets of cairo, or let it thrive under your roof for bit. tuck it into decent bed and say goodnight to it every night.

one day it may grow up to be a fine young thought, a new sort of thought that is, truly your child.

#4/19/24


i imagined a poor scientist who had accidentally slowed down his time. his wooden shed lab broken down, then found, then renovated as exhibition (including himself) all happened in one blink.

thankfully his lab buddies had not given up on him, time accelerator-doohickey was invented. however due to the amount of resource it consumes (and how fast it fizzles out) it can only be activated once every few decades when the sufficient fund for it is accumulated.

countless pennies thrown in by kids to watch it go spin down the coin collector. all part of the fund. during the five minutes of normalcy the scientist studies as usual, perhaps seeking to undo his condition, or rather.. get used to it.

#2/28/24


i have an impression that creatives gets milder over time. their essence that defined their work weakens or strays away after enough time. to complement this most focuses on refining their craft to further degree. although that approach might've contributed to losing their inherent charm in the first place. less rough edges mean it's harder to scratch someone's back
i've already lost fair amount of edge. i don't want to lose more

#10/27/23


i had the chance to take a nap deep below the subterranean parking lot of a luxurious mall. i felt alot smaller than the usual.
high pitched screeches were caused by violent contact of harsh tire tribe and slick epoxy floor tribe. the war is constant as the four wheeled continents move and take turns.
the air quality was substandard, even with the helping hand of modern technology it is just not feasible to make the air pleasant in the underworld.
overall it was comfortable.

#10/16/2023 regret is born


dear mother.
i hear your child begun to move.
another brother of the past that will bother you till last
two more feet you lead, the more you feel defeat.
when the dinners due,
don't serve your nerves.
poison stew is the dish he deserves.

as he always will, linger for more. evermore

#10/4/2023



1. there's a quite peculiar house down the street with only one window
i cannot help but question,then imagine who lies behind that.

at the same time i'd rather like it remain closed.
so many like me can do the same. thousands of odd figures inhabiting one house all behind one window. it's a shame that none has the courage to show up in our lives.

#9/3/2023



sometimes when i close my eye there's a red light in down right side corner of pitch blackness. it soon disappears after i perceive about it.

perhaps it's a portal to scarlet kingdom with warm weather all year. it may host tour spots for holiday seasons
if only it was possible to enter through your own eyes.

in a similar frequency, grainy visuals visits me once in a while.
might be simple SOS signal sent by eyeballs just not decodable for brain.

i know a vast underground stationery store. it's in the process of unintentionally preserving old zeitgeist in form of kitschy notebooks and cheap plastic gadgets that comes with RGB lights that goes off after one sad weekend. can't help but to be filled with awe whenever i visit.

#9/2/2023



i suppose you might've noticed the pause before walking down the crosswalk. due to our detachment between perception and action it is near impossible to act right away when the light turns green, thus causing the pause. i find it quite humane.

/i was bitten by mosquito. every second the bit part of the skin glow in red. it was visual indicator of my heartbeat. probably the best thing such a pest can present.