The World filled With Ghosts

[italiceyeball]

 Echo chamber. I mentioned Narcissus earlier. They're still here, bouncing around in fragments. As long as some cultural continuity persists there'll be ancestor soup. We're swimming in it, naming ourselves after its ingredients, working for it, dying.

All the most righteous things like love, summer on grass and sunshine, all encompassing senses of contentment, religious experience, justice, whatever the ideal is... All the most righteous things, that we hold up as an answer to control? Are also instruments of control.

The World doesn't have an outside.

I feel a step away from everyone. Half muted to everything. We all seem to be moving in circles around each other, around our phantom treasures and banal shames. Fear and tinsel. A life on parade and the crowd just hums, blurs to flesh tone cloud. Less, the soft roar of wind over tall grass and a whiff of salt. The clay is cold between my toes. Still water, receding too slowly to notice. My reflection glittering blue and gray. We speak together, playing octaves:

What is all, any of this?

Remember that simply waking up in the morning can change everything.

Comments

superposition

[keplers_angels]

I would say that outside the context of classical physics---or rather, in the context of quantum physics--is the only place where abstraction becomes reality.

I've been plotting a genocide on ghosts. Psychic-flame-throwers... The ones in my mind didn't disturb me terribly until I was forced to consider that others may have ghosts in my image that they carry around, that they measure me against. That was when I decided they all should be exterminated. At least the ghosts of the living. I have no argument with ghosts of the dead.

Nevertheless,
I suspect there is truth in that topology. It looks easy enough to map, but impossible to meaningfully traverse while earthbound. What a splendid model for the geography of ghostspace.

Re: superposition

[italiceyeball]

If some Singularity God comes by and gives me a device which I could use to fully understand and manipulate my brain however I saw fit, I know that I couldn't resist. Removing the parts that hinder me, growing the parts that do. Becoming efficient but maintaining my need to dream. Understanding on tap, as needed, your day may be more colored by your omissions than your omniscience.

The gift is barbed though, times are so banal it couldn't be otherwise, the user is assured of their eventual destruction. A feedback loop somewhere down the line is inevitable, that's just how these things go.

I'd still take it.

Re: superposition

[keplers_angels]

But think of all the beautiful mistakes you would miss out on.

Re: superposition

[keplers_angels]

But I am getting images of Operation-like removing, with a cheap tweezer, the blurry little ghosts that haunt my day and night dreams.

I'm not sure if they should be released into the wild or destroyed like a malignancy....or maybe saved in formaldehyde for scientists.

Re: superposition

[italiceyeball]

I like the idea of having sepia fluid filled jars on display in the game room. A host of exorcisms, trophies from the war against self.