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).
Either I need to be committed to this, or I should be. Maybe I will be one way or the other. I know I’m not mad, but it must certainly sound it. What rational person would think other than that I need to see either a neurologist or a psychologist? My head needs examining. Continue reading “Eyes of 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”
I should start at the beginning, but how? Every story starts somewhere in the middle. This is tough. Was it my superbity to the Muse that caused her to curse me with a vision I cannot shut out? Or did I merely go mad? Continue reading “The Vision”
Wrote and illustrated The Vision. Created the Rocky Mountain Bog Monster blog as a medium for it.