Tried To Depersonalise Enough To Start The Day And May Have Girlbossed Too Close To The (proverbial)

Partenit. Southern coast of Crimea. 1910s. by Serhii Vasylkivskyi (1854–1917).

He’s just like me for real

Apparently, another side effect of listening to wolf 359 is disrupting my classes when i see the words ‘Minkowski metric’ and start vibrating at glass-shattering frequency

thinking about how Johnny and Alex met at a shitty night job and decided a few years later to write an audio drama that literally changed the lives of thousands of people. how Harlan was literally unemployed when he decided to start making malevolent, and now he's singlehandedly revolutionizing the audio drama landscape. or Zach Valenti and Gabriel Urbina being long-time college friends who wanted to make something fun with no expectation that over 20 million people would listen to it....not being hyperbolic at all when I say that some of the best pieces of audio fiction have been made in basements by teams of less than 3 people. wtnv has always been a few friends who wanted to make something interesting after their day job. i am just thinking of artists persevering under the crushing weight of capitalism. .. and great art made out of pure love and curiosity for an emerging medium...

so…a few things about the statement in magp 22:

kinda curious about the patient. it’s said that he has a deformity in his skull (my best guess is either he was born with it or it’s an injury, esp considering ww1 ended not that long ago) but i doubt that matters at all

also, the occipital lobe “plays a crucial role in language and reading, storing memories, recognizing familiar places and faces, and much more” (okay Stranger)

real-life Hans Berger performed the first ever eeg (“reading brain waves”) in 1924

he became interested in neurology bc he believed in phychic powers and mind reading:

the part about him writing to dr. Canton seems completely legit, and he was married to Ursula, cool

unfortunately, he was affiliated with the nazi (and specifically supportive of eugenics), being on the comittee that decided which (of the ‘feeble-minded’ and the likes) would get sterilized

and he also died by suicide

none of which is probably going to be relevant later, but, hey, learning is fun

took a break from listening to wtnv awhile back just because it stopped making sense to me (not the lore obv just…the words, somehow) just to turn around and start camp here and there a few weeks later

be the sentient mould just about mimicking human behaviour patterns enough not to be burn in the town square you want (or not, if you’re weird like that) to see in the world

actually, no, i don’t need any white noise to fall asleep to sinse my cat’s cleaning herself 0.2 santimeters away from my face

the shaded cradle. the fields as far as you can see. the oxen down the road. the people in the other field. the child pushing away their sister. the fact that the children are even here. the woman laughting at them. the other woman drinking. the buzzy bur. i just…just love art so much and Ukrainian art all the more so

Title: Harvest in Ukraine Artist: Mykola Pymonenko (Ukrainian, 1862-1912) Date: 1896 Genre: genre art Movement: Realism Medium: oil on canvas Dimensions: 87 cm (34.2 in) high x 140 cm (55.1 in) wide

Just finished an episode of nightwale and realised I couldn’t go to the next one because there was no next one

My worldview has been shaken. I feel lost, floating, untethered. What do I do with my Cecil-accompanied trips to the new neighborhoods/places without Cecil’s accompagnement?