by orchaeus | May 30, 2024 | Status Update
Ran a mile… #running
by orchaeus | May 30, 2024 | Status Update
If they televised the permanent disappearance of sports I would totally watch that. Even with ads.
by orchaeus | May 29, 2024 | Status Update
“Other questions I have about food: is it still a salad if it is all bacon and dressing and a few decorative kale leaves? Is candy a dinner if it is accompanied by popcorn? How many days in a row can I eat flaming hot doritos before I seriously endanger my...
by orchaeus | May 27, 2024 | Status Update
“Not only was I not measuring you, if anything was being measured at all, you were the »what I measured against — not ‘that which I evaluated’.” — inframation
by orchaeus | May 27, 2024 | Status Update
Carry my dead body. If you would sing a song made there. Unpretentous. Childlike. Collect ten or twenty thousand dead bees. And in the pit in which you place my corpse. Cover me with these. I didn’t come from the world or for the world. I died long before I was...
by orchaeus | May 27, 2024 | Status Update
There is no me wanting to write, and this unme can’t unhelp itself right now, and every other time is simply a fiction of futures unrecognized, dusty with bugs, distant, and tasty as the fingerprint of a famous investigator
