follow-up post
m'up.
i...Thank you. Everyone. All of you. For kind word and hug given. I've been a bit rickety over everything, and yesterday starting the two-week countdown clock sent my mind into some screaming.
Your words do help. They help a lot.
You help a lot. Thank you all, each and every one of you.
Thanks. <3
cw: stress, family death and illness
So, an update.
-Grandfather passed ~3wks ago. Had to go back to VA last weekend for service.
-Biological brother has cancer, known since january.
-Wound up as designated donor of bone marrow
-will have to head back to VA around 7/1 for an unknown amount of time; at least a month
i'm scared that i don't know when i will be back, or..if there will be anything to come back to.
i'm scared what little plans i had left for the summer will be cratered
im scared.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-wmtsTuHkt0
[Except the first one, all frames are calculated one by one by a prediction algorithm that tries to predict the next frame from the previous one.]
the music sounds like it's machine-generated at first pass, like a gravity well of light, radiant and churning wildly, oscillating with glow...
microfiction; pretty picture
Sometimes, at sunset, from high above and away, you can see the light's waves as currents.
Clouds carry them, like outcroppings of foam across a wide sea; amber-gold swims alongside them, ribbons and banners of vibrancy.
For but a few moments, the dance of the skies is for all to see--
the beauty, always-there, alight.
(source: https://www.nasa.gov/image-feature/cygnus-spacecraft-approaches-space-station-in-the-sunset )
https://awoo.space/media/NOeJxEG5o5v95R8HwxM
yeah, sorry folks, if you came here for anything resembling 'normal' consensus reality
you've
come
to
the
wrong
plaaaaaace~~
💜
Mood snapshot via music, microfiction:
Strange flowers grow in your wake. You feel like you've woken up from a winters-long slumber, abruptly: the whole of Nature has opened its eyes, staring at you. Your bedroom's became a greenhouse overnight; vines and blossoms crawl up your walls.
You've never seen these flowers before, have you? They aren't from here; petals pulse and glow with strange colors that make your head swim.
From your dreams, maybe?
I'm only as real as I need to be. Are you hallucinating? //Memetic superweapon, playa-stained transdimensional emissary. Queer alien otter boy. [he/they] (NSFW)