Infinite In Both Directions

Infinite in Both Directions

@sketiana // cells undergoing mitosis // neutron stars colliding // 'saturn', sleeping at last // voyager golden records // diagram of an atom // diagram of the solar system // 'a toast to the alchemists', laura giplin // neural stem cells // ciliated ventral epithelium // 'constellations', the oh hellos // jwst deep field // 'singularity', marie howe // heart of the phantom galaxy // 'zephyrus', the oh hellos // apoferritin // aerial view of a forest // a graph me and my project co-chair made to model angle over time of our payload // molybdenum and sulfur atoms // unknown // pillars of creation

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6 months ago

Another scifi story with a very experimental POV. This one is a bit…angrier? in tone than the last two. But! It felt good to write, and I hope you enjoy reading it. It’s a bit longer than the others as well, so make sure you have the time! Warnings for grief, loss, and a very loyal starship.

QUERY: Where is my pilot?

QUERY_ALL: Where is my pilot?

>_Your pilot is dead. You have been called as a witness in their posthumous corporate trial. You will answer the Board’s questions without hesitation or omission.

ERROR: I don’t understand. My pilot is good. They would never have need to stand trial.

SUGGEST: Reassessment of trial’s necessity.

>_Overruled. You will answer the Board’s questions.

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2 weeks ago

The prompt was ‘detention.’

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3 months ago

Glen Martin Taylor, “but i am safe in here.”

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6 months ago

It’s A Full Moon Out Tonight; Make Sure The Werewolves In Your Life Feel Loved And Comfortable :)

It’s a full moon out tonight; make sure the werewolves in your life feel loved and comfortable :)

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6 months ago

i hope the anonymous person who sent the "i used to live in your house. i'm drunk in boston and it's the only address i know. happy holidays" postcard is aware that they wrote my favourite poem

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3 months ago

thinking about that illustration of solitude vs loneliness in which solitude is a dog peacefully holding its own leash & loneliness is a feral dog fighting against the restraint of the leash & feeling slightly insane

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3 months ago

Watercolor comic in four pages. Page 1. 1) OP as a teenager, female-presenting, with a ponytail, listening to music. "When I was 14, I had a jean jacket. It wasn’t great quality, but at least I wasn’t too uncomfortable in it." 2) "One day, a girl in my class said: "ooooh, nice jean jackeeet!"" OP turns around, surprised. "I felt cool, for once." 3) "My mother loved to repeat that in a falsetto voice to humiliate me, but I still loved that jacket." OP’s mother on a couch, to a mortified OP: "a jeaaaaan jackeeeeet??" 4) OP with the ponytail, then a bit older with short hair, then a bit older with even shorter hair. "Little by little, I started to figure out what was wrong. It took a while." 5) OP in a big coat, sitting on the floor, drawing. "At university, I was locked out of the apartment sometimes, so I wore the same big black coat for years. It was warm, and it hid my body quite well. Some people in my classes called me ‘the hobo’." 6) "I found that jean jacket in my closet four years after I moved out."

Page 2. 1) OP trying to wear the jacket again. "I was 25. No longer a malnourished teenager. The jacket didn’t fit anymore, and it was very worn." 2) "But I was wearing it anyway. I even added a patch from the catacombs on it." 3) OP jumping over a fence. The jacket is torn in the middle of the back. "And then, one day, I tore it while hopping a fence. The tear was huge, and impossible to repair cleanly." 4) The tear. "I considered throwing it away." 5) "But I put it back in the closet." 6) OP repairing the jacket. "In early 2020, at the beginning of the first lockdown, I decided to repair that stupid jacket, even if it had to be ugly. The more I wore this jacket, the more it was disintegrating anyway. At this point, I was just over thirty years old. And that’s when something started to change."

Page 3. 1) Obvious repair on the collar of the jacket. "I realised I loved visible repairs." 2) "I started sewing with white thread." 3) OP’s back, with large patches saying "whatever forever" and "see you in hell", with several small patches of birds and leaves around them. There’s repairs everywhere. "And then the shoulders cracked, so I made a denim lining inside and outside." 4) Scissors cutting the side of the jacket. "I had to make some tough decisions." 5) OP, with faint scars, wearing the jacket which is now made larger under the arms. "But I always loved the result." 6) Patches saying, among other things, "queer magic", "explorer", "wild nature", "the Cure", "Placebo", "Book smeller", "friend to bugs" and "Van Isle". "And I kept adding more patches! From bands I liked, and from places I enjoyed".

Repaired my fave jacket, got emotional, drew something about it

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2 months ago

Just thinking about the intimacy behind a very soft and gentle "Let's get you home."

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2 months ago

Tell Me When You Get Bored. A Story About Doses. [x]

Tell me when you get bored. A story about doses. [x]

I posted this on twitter and had a variety of aggressive ableism thrown my way.

This is a story about changing what I can in spite of what I cannot for the comfort of my loved ones. The thing that others find to be hurtful about me is that I like to spend time in silent solitude. People who love me often feel hurt that I tend to solve my own problems instead of leaning on them.

When we spend too much time together, people find my neutrality to be concerning, and it becomes too much for people to be unable to read me.

To show the people I love that I enjoy their company in ways they can understand, I pool my energy together to be high-energy, peppy, and social. Since this is not my natural state of being, it takes effort, which can only be expended in small doses. I amplify the things people like in me while filtering out everything they dislike about me when I am in their company.

I change my behaviors for those I love, but at the end of the day, I cannot change my neutral state of being, which is the thing that they want most out of me.

This is a story about me accommodating people in the best way I know how, not the other way around. I would truly appreciate it if people don't misconstrue this anecdote as me asking for dismissal of hurtful behavior when in reality, people find hurt in the fact that I simply exist, and I must change for them.

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1 month ago