Some of us reach a level of alienation where we come to understand that it would be misleading to identify as human any longer. Never feeling truly at home, on land, sea, even in our own skin, it’s as if the very earth has rejected us. We become true extraterrestrials. Cast adrift on the cosmic winds, we surrender to the mutagenic power of cosmic radiation.
this is my kid. his name is color pencil and he was born about 2 weeks ago. he can already walk and speak and today he asked me what happened during the jfk assassination. i had to explain that i didnt know because i wasnt there. he was inconsolable.
Maybe it was the sheer isolation of being sequestered out here in the desolation of the Liminality, under some pretense of safeguarding a heart, that brought everything to life. It’s possible. Loneliness has an immense power, and boredom even more. When the mind is deprived of the interactions it evolved to facilitate, perhaps it is able to facilitate evolution to achieve interactions.
Galdrux is the spider-eye of the anticosm. He sits in his chaos web on the edge of the universe. Cosmic Horror psychedelic hyperrealism – Art generated by Artificial Intelligence using NightCafe Creator https://creator.nightcafe.studio/creation/ULDWZi57QJKvFLs0U5h9
"00A G9603 develops as a self-organizing organism, connects with the virtual environment through its hosts (admins) by arranging the surroundings randomly for its own autonomous purpose" - Timóteo Pinto, pataphysician post-thinker