The high winds last week(?) stole our compost-bin lid. We searched in the snow, but found nothing. I was ready to make a new one from scrap wood this morning; measurements made yesterday.

But the weather taketh, and the weather giveth again. The thaw and rain turned up the missing lid somewhere we hadn't looked and, praise the thermometer, it's one less job this morning.

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The Sweetest Honey

We've hived the entire inventory into structured echo chambers.
Initially, these were delineated by their trigger mechanisms, but within a week the trigger mechanisms converged. This allowed for vast segments to be heavily corded. The architecture of this weave leaves no room for effective reflection. Therefore, the same code is sticky throughout the braid with a simple subject change for each thread segment, allowing for maximum dwell time.

"Jim, that's a fancy way of saying, local honey, imitation honey? It don't matter. They'll stay wrapped up."

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So you teach your kids to respect revealed truths and not question authority and then wonder how sociopaths and malignant narcissists come to power and why you find yourself living under the yoke of fascism?

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Big brother
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https://open.substack.com/pub/mythinks/p/big-brother?r=9m6wj&utm_campaign=post&utm_medium=web&showWelcomeOnShare=true

My love, my darling
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https://open.substack.com/pub/mythinks/p/my-love-my-darling?r=9m6wj&utm_campaign=post&utm_medium=web&showWelcomeOnShare=true

Scene: a nondescript residential bathroom in which our heroine, Olympia, has started her evening ablutions. She has removed her spectacles, rendering her nearly blind.

Olympia: what is this I see in the mirror? My earrings are quite handsomely sparkling in the light this evening.

[our heroine leans in to the mirror, verily the bokeh doth fade]

Olympia: Oh nein! Verrat! Ein einziges graues Haar!

#micrononfiction #TransMeh

I’mma tell my grandkids emoluments are ill-gotten gains.

They’ll make sure I get to bed with the good sleeping pills.

Y’know, the ones they found while foraging in the ruins.
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Last night I had a disturbing dream. As best I can remember, I was sitting at my WFH desk working, but getting increasingly agitated. I looked outside, and it seemed as if our entire house was surrounded by people, all staring into the windows. I think that right about the time I decided to call the police, I woke up.

My heart rate was elevated and I was definitely feeling stressed, and I was sleeping on my back which is unusual (I'm usually a side sleeper).

The cause? A cat was sleeping across my body, happily weighing me down and looking at my face.

#MicroNonFiction #CatsOfMastodon

deeply unconvinced that i meaningfully exist outside the perception of others. my entire existence, in any truly meaningful sense, is what others perceive of me, of what i do.

i do nothing in the shadows that has any value, any worth, any permanence. without observation i may as well not exist, just, poof, gone, until i post and it is read, until someone watches me again, experiences the downstream effects.

perhaps this is the decades spent viewing myself only from others’ perspectives, rather than my own. watching every fold of fabric, every facial movement, from an external perspective, no cameras just simulations.

decades of following my trajectory like a radar contact crossing the field just outside of the identification zone, beep….beep….beep, and gone again into the night. plotting the arc of my life through these blips at disparate monitoring stations.

(there are times when i have failed to do observe so carefully, or, rather not cared about the external perception, but those failures were ultimately not so common.)

there would need to be some upset/tension, in order for it to be something to make peace with. No, this is just deeply ingrained functionality/existence.

some things are easier as a result: maintenance. some things are harder.

and the costs? well, who could know them. what is the cost of time travel.

#micrononfiction #writing

"Complete waste of computer time." He said into the black void of his monitor after trying in vain to coax a running application out of it.

"Maybe if I just leave it alone it will figure it's shit out or finish encrypting my system drive for the ransom..." he said when the screen suddenly lit up to show the libre office splash screen.

"That's better" he said 3 minutes later to the highlighted title bar that read "Libre office (Not Responding)" because he clicked a thing.

#MicroNonFiction