15 February- 18 February 2025

I remember, this morning, a receiving from years ago.

It’s in my Instagram story archive;

& here is me, digging through ‘22,

To find the date it was posted.

“You created over 17,000 dimensions. Watching you try to unify them all has been quite the stressful operation.” 

Posted 23 December, ‘22. 

When was it received?

Does it matter?

17,000 dimensions,

And that was then. 

There are more, now,

And much less, 

Simultaneously. 

…’22. 

What a number, man. 

22. 

Catch 22.

If you catch it, can you kill it?

Killing Vector Field,

Killing God of hidden doorways. 

Catch 22. 

You’d have to be insane

To want to fly more missions.

Catch 22. 

“Do you want her to fucking die?”

Surrender,

Just a phone call away.

Flow. 

Catch 22.

I think it was the first time

I listened to Cro-Monolithic Remixes

I received Things;

About artificial intelligence generated music. 

Stuck with me.

Hysteresis, yknow?

Catch 22.

My own Catch 22, 

Happened in ‘23

And I found myself

As Yossarian

Initiating W.I.

Washington Irving

On bins of diesel engine covers

To be shipped out for production. 

“If she’s concerned about vibration, wait until she finds out about electromagnetism.”

What a horrifying fucking thing to receive

In a factory setting

Already under suspicion;

Bullshit comin’ at me from all sides. 

Like the entry for Earth

In Hitchhiker’s Guide,

Mostly harmless. 

After the fact, anyway.

Kind of. Ish. 

Some days, the past

Got me acting *unwise*. •

In the many-worlds reality

There is at least one reality

I should assume

(Though you know what they say about assumption) 

Where I am a lesbian;

Which is not a vectorization I have actively experienced

But is still weird to think about. 

‘Don’t think’, I was told,

At some point, by some No One. 

Perhaps I think too much. 

Perhaps it is not enough.

Never Enough.

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I was pondering, last night,

The application of 1+1=1

As it may apply to the physical realm. 

The sheer simplicity of

Humans making love,

1+1=1. 

In Boolean Algebra

1 represents ‘true’,

0 represents ‘false’,

The + Operator 

Representing the ‘or’ operation. 

True or true = true. 

Contrivance ones own structure of mathematics,

Defining + and = in such a way

That 1+1=1. 

Logic.

Semantics.

One infinity 

Plus a second infinity

Gives infinity again. 

A union of two identical sets,

{1}, and {1},

The result still 1. •

As I passed Black Hole this morning

The dialogues reminded me

That my relationship with EM 

Is just a little bit different than that of most others. 

Exposures,

Implantation,

Inhalation,

Ingestion.

What can one feasibly do,

Besides embrace the scenarios they are given,

The hands they are dealt?

Some days reality feels

To be going through a series,

An organic regression testing. 

Black box,

What box…

Grey box?

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08:49 I was visited by ØØ Void, just prior, an auditory that has not visited me for quite some time. 

Fond memories. 

Pre-memories.

Post-memories. 

It is strange-not-strange, now; 

To have for my own, a Sunn amplifier. 

Not just these Massive entities of another,

Existing in a shared space,

But mine own,

Exchanging lift tickets to the mountain

For the 190L that, 

Out of the hoard

I felt the strongest connection to.

Coming full circle

On a spiral

That is not a circle at all,

Only looks like a circle depending on ones perspective. 

Remembering what I have had, ‘then’,

Gratitude for what I have ‘now’. 

Gratitude for the ‘then’ as well. 

12:06 …& it asks me, once again, why the U.S. military would send a drone directly at me? 

16:09 “Your relationship with… predates your existence in this realm of being.”

19:36 “This is not for political purposes. This is for the scientific value of studying consciousness; and yes, politics is a part of that.” 

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Because it happened, 

I wrote it down.

And perhaps because I wrote it down,

It happened. 

Who is The Dealer of Retrocausality,

Of Uncertainty? •

I was looking online, earlier,

At the real estate listing for the house I live in

With pictures from before 

It was fixed nicely

A hovel into a home

& I think that if 

We as humans

Can reverse the disorder and decay

Of such a space

Then that which created Us

Must needs have 

The same ability to do so

With our planet

With our universe.