The other day I witnessed a drone crashing on the moon. There was no sound and no explosion, just a slow descent and then something that looked like it would make a thud, only it didn’t. That’s the type of shit that happens up here, in space. On a side note, I am going to […]
Space. There are no frontiers up here, there is only silence. Or maybe it’s “down” here, however you want to look at it. Up can be down, and that which is big can look just like that which is small. A black hole winks at us, and a molecule winks back. Castor and Pollux, one […]
Before you ask: Yes, I am still in space. The vacuum is very pleasant up here. It is endlessly quiet. Sometimes I get a bit of stardust in my eye. I’ve been trying to design some merch for TLW for a while now. It’s been almost exactly 10 years since I uploaded the original weird […]
As you can see from my location I am currently far above the moon. I am still not quite sure what happened. Maybe I’ll tell you one day. Can you hear me?
I remember I was fifteen when I heard about Charles Bukowski for the first time. It was a group of older boys who told me to check out this writer who was super obscene and controversial. Apparently those who were familiar with his work called him “Hank”, and reading it was supposed to be life-changing. […]
He is eight now, he wears glasses, and he is a rather bouncy person. I mean he likes to bounce around. In his room. In the hallway. In his car seat. Recently his mom gave him a little microphone with a built-in speaker that can amplify and add distortion effects to one’s voice. She says […]
This circus is much louder than the one I saw in Georgia. There are about two or three hundred people in here, most of whom are kids with their parents. Nobody seems bothered by the sheer volume of the show. They applaud rhythmically to anything resembling music. Then the tune changes and everyone stands up […]
The way to the lagoon leads past two old men with scruffy beards and soft smiles. They are leaning out of the gate of their house near the water, and if you know someone who knows them well then they might just hand you a bottle of something that looks like water. There is more […]
In Persia, there are at least two ways to have food. You could be sitting on a chair at a table, or you could be on the floor with your legs crossed under you. To me it often seems as if the way a household chooses to eat could signify something. There aren’t that many […]