Daily Log Entry 2/14/2017

Wrote and illustrated Iterative Stochastic Semiography and posted same here and linked over at Patreon. Shows up on WP as the 15th. That’s what I get for writing late at night and not fixing the date/timestamp thing in WP. Also made a 6000 x 4000 pixel wallpaper available at Patreon for those Patrons who have gone Through the Door (supported me at $3/month).

The Only

I’ve come to think of the source of the impulses I feel from Iaon as The Only. I cannot tell if The Only is a person, or something else. It feels like it could be a person.  The thoughts, if that’s what they are, aren’t clear clear enough. They’re more like…impressions. Intimations. Intuitions. I’ll be minding my own business, perhaps stirring a pot of pasta sauce, when, how do I put this, it’s like my consciousness gets nudged over a bit. I’m still aware of stirring the pot. My senses don’t appear to be dulled. But it’s at though there were a pressure, as against the most ephemeral of bubbles, a presence to the mind as a phosphene is to vision. It’s nothing at all like daydreaming, where I slip away from the moment to moment with the impressions appearing to unfold from the inside.

This is definitely external to any self of which I have sense.

And I’m starting to feel mad. Continue reading “The Only”