by orchaeus | Sep 30, 2020 | Status Update
Rather, I would say that memories are as birds of the mind, and records are like boxes with wings painted on them.
by orchaeus | Sep 30, 2020 | Status Update
“And in all seriousness, how in the hell am I supposed to teach books 10-12 of Homer’s Odyssey tomorrow after this?!” — an anonymous informant (MRE)
by orchaeus | Sep 29, 2020 | Status Update
REFLECTION When hill, tree, cloud, those shadowy forms Ascending heaven are seen, Their mindless beauty I from far Admire, a gulf between; Yet in the untroubled river when Their true ideas I find, That river, joined in trance with me, Becomes my second mind. — George...
by orchaeus | Sep 29, 2020 | Status Update
As if I were the hand of something vast, beautiful and true… but I am in another universe filled with conflict, and the noise occludes the old signals, that would have once lifted me beyond mere humanity and into… infinities…
by orchaeus | Sep 28, 2020 | Status Update
Funny thing is, the living often end up playing with the kids from the other side of the tracks. Sooner or later, no matter what their peers or parents say, you’ve got some little fish cleaning the teeth of a shark, insects signing long-term contracts with...
by orchaeus | Sep 28, 2020 | Status Update
I really like it when people manage to… usually rather casually… but sometimes intentionally… say things that at once seem deeply truthful… and fall into that class of things that I thought it was impossible to say. As if the basic structure of...
