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Walking on a snowy desert, the sand and the snow intertwined like a bagel, my foot feels the salt from the beach below. I have seen distant pillars. From a far looks like a rod falling from the sky. It smells like rotten burned TV static. The sky is filled with floating shapes, there are cubes and spheres. Some of them anchor themselves into the grounds with some pipes. There are interconnected cables within them. I wonder what could it be, I walk forward, the mist sprawling behind me. I can feel the warmth of my body, and the chillin' breeze of the wind from the ground. Below is the beach, I arrive at the pillars. Seems like it is made of something I never knew. It was very cold when I touched it, and when I spit on it, the spit froze. There are some words I cannot read, they seem trying to warn me of something. I have heard, a few people tell me to... beyond the pillars is a cliff into nothingness, beyond the cliff is void. Not even the sky is blue, not even the clouds are there. And they said, beyond the void is a...
Note 73.22.65
From the Looperchive, unit 68.
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I was in my apartment, in the morning when I looked outside from the window and saw myself with a blue hoodie. I checked my watch, it was 06.23. Well, I am not sure if that was me, so I imagining to follow him. I walked down the stairs. Open the door, and check if I am still there, he already running as if he knows he has already been chased. I ran to him as fast as I could. Until the edge of the city. The bare land ahead, there's absolutely nothing but sand and snow. He still running. I saw from far away, about 5 minutes walk from here. He's gone, into the dust fog. I still followed his footsteps until I lost his footsteps. I do find his hoodie, it's a bit cold, maybe because of the snow, so I wear the hoodie, should I back to my apartment? Maybe, so I did, I checked my watch, it's 09.30
I was walking to the door. I looked up to the window of my apartment, and I saw myself. Should I run? Or should I just wait for him? I imagine running from him to the bare land, until it feels so hot, probably because of the sands, so I take off my hoodie, is it mine? And just keep walking... Well, I did said, I imagining running from him. He opened the door and ran towards me.
"Wait, you are me? "
"I am you from the future, what's the time now? "
" It's uh, 09.40"
"Wait what? If this isn't a time loop, what is it then?"
"Well, I wouldn't know,"
"Didn't you see me in the morning earlier? "
"Well, I did. "
"Then you follow me right? "
"I don't? "
Well, if you read it closely I did say, I imagining following that guy, so as a matter of fact I am eating breakfast right now. Watching TV until 09.45 I walked to the window, and I saw myself. Again?
From the Looperchive, unit 76.
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It changes rapidly like a video with twice its speed. Look at the map, it's useless. The map won't update. I should use multi dimensional map next time, though with this level of unpredictability. I just hope this field stabilizer won't turn off while I am here, I would be dead if that happened, seriously though. If a lake with a thousand kilometers just generated under my foot, I would drown. That's not even the worst part, what if the land decides a mountain should be made at my Coordinate. I am doomed, like there's absolutely nothing I can do. I mean the range of this field stabilizer is not that far. It's about as far as your eyes can see, it's far enough that I wouldn't just end up in randomly spawning canyon. I really don't think there's any point in studying this phenomenon, I had enough. My life was better in the Origin. I wonder how's the research going on the Super Void, is it any better than here? Or is it worse? I am probably gonna bored to death if there's just nothingness everywhere, it's a Void. But I remember after the first expedition they did find something, it's not that far long time ago, around 2000 Years ish I don’t know, I don't live that long, man I should have said yes when he asked me to join the sub-void exploration, but it's okay. I found things too here. Until I had to rely on my Field Stabilizer to even walk. I am glad it's a pretty reliable tool. I think it was much much better than the first expedition to the Hofrez field. Man, this expedition has been long enough and they still have no idea what's going on here. I mean my research is almost complete. The source theory may be right, but I lean more toward the dimensional collision theory. Maybe both theories are true. I don't know.
It's okay, it's aright.
From the Looperchive, unit 27.
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I was there asking the same exact questions again, as if already doing it multiple time and I will doing it again. Such questions have no need to be mention. Such questions is known by all, asked by all, wondered by all. How much you ask it to yourself that exact question? You may wondering that, what am I talking about? What question exactly? There's a lot to take. True, while it takes some time to take, will someone even care? To think? No? I am not yet find one, well I did found some
So you did found some, you did.
Well for the matter of fact...
That's not enough?
Okay screw that, I was talking about the question mind you. I ain't here debating on that, not again.
Yeah your time are full of the same thing over and over again, like breathing, like drinking water. You do it everyday, as if it was essential or something, that like so potent or something, it's a part of you.
I must not attach to it. It can attach to me, but not the other way around.
Just sayin,
The question. Even now I questioning it. I think about it, right now, right here.
How does it matter?
I know what you ask is the same as always.
Yet it's never answered isn't?
That's where you wrong, I answered it multiple times. And forgot it multiple times too.
You gonna say the same thing again don't you? I knew you will.
Not like you didn't.
I did, again and again. How does it make any single sense at all? How? It shouldn't happened, shouldn't it? It Doesn't make any sense!
It does, you just forgot. Isn't that lovely.
Then what is the answer! What is the question!
I couldn't tell you that.
Why not!
I have to remember it myself?!
Why can't you just tell me?!
You just gonna take it for granted,
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Does it really have to be today? I couldn't believe it at first but I understand now. I mean I don't know what happened back then. I was just there sitting on the roof having an afternoon as usual. Having tea coffee and toast with tuna, with swirling clouds. I saw a tree disappear out of existence. Just like that gone. At first, I thought I was just hallucinating, or maybe delusion, but no more things started to disappear. It's crazy. I ran down to the front of my house. I blink and it's gone. The swirling clouds, the blue of the sky, my house. MY HOUSE, it's gone. The grass, dirt, stone, road and everything is gone.
All I saw was pure white. All I heard was silence. Weird I'm still able to even stand. I reach to the ground, it's smooth and soothing.
What, what happened?!
The simulation is over.
I walk out of the sphere, it's really needs to be today huh? Really? The sphere is broken, I wonder what happened to it.
Imma gonna get some snacks. I'll repair it later.
USS (Universe Simulation Sphere) User note 41.20.58
From the Looperchive, unit 367.
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It's been pretty good, it's all going well. The routine would be watching over the expected to come. The bad situation, I mean it's not bad perse, even tripping over a staircase is pretty meh. Sometimes you just have to not think about it, or just think about something else instead, what's the point right? What you think is unjokingly significant to every part of your life. If you think it's a problem? It will be a problem. Well if it is a problem that is not generated by the mind, that you simply just have to solve it. Generally problem that come from the outside is easy to fix, and have pretty straight forward and simple solutions. Well at least for me. What about for you?
note 28.83.01
From the Looperchive, unit 77.
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A hallway, a corridor of some sort. The walls are cold, the floors are even colder. I walk and walk, yet the end is never seen. The beginning has long gone, outside of my view. I walk through the hallway. Sometimes I look out from the window to the infinite darkness, no stars, nothing. Only my step that I could hear, or the distant rumbling of an unknown source. Sometimes the floor breaks when I walk on it, and I fall into another hallway. Some other time I met with a staircase, so I walked up. The hallway is ending now. This is it, the end of it. I walk to the door and open it. Another hallway, what? As if someone built a wall with a door in the middle of a hallway, why would someone do that? With few flowers in the way, grass nonchalantly grows even with the absence of sunlight. Sometimes there's even a pond or a red chair. The floor breaks unpredictably, and the stairway comes without a sign. But it's all the same, I am still in a hallway. I walked and walked. When would this end? Reminiscing the time before the hallway, what would I do when this end? The rumbling is louder than ever. The moss infestation makes the walls green. The floor is now full of mud, making it hard for me to walk. From mud to sand, endless oceans of sand. I am still in the hallway. I am sure the floor beneath me is a hallway, and the floor on top of me is also a hallway. Yet outside of these hallways is infinitely endless darkness. Just outside the window. Is this all there is?an infinitely endless hallway to nothingness but another hallway? The floor is blue and the wall is white. I reach avalanches of snow and sand, I think this is the source of the rumbling. The hallway was cut but the snow and sand. There's a paper on the wall, wait for the hallway to come, be quick before the avalanche tides back"It seems like if I wait for a while a hallway will come from the avalanches creating a temporary way through the avalanches.
So I sit and wait, a few books are lying around falling from the bookshelf. What were the times before the hallway? A time of landscape and clouds? I remember those times... Was it really that long time ago? This situation reminds me of a book I read "Keep Sane in The Void" I remember the quote, it goes like this "The past may rot, but the memories nurture the future. " Huh, I wonder if I can find the book on the bookshelf here. It seems a very popular book. A hah! I found it on the top shelf. Oh, the hallway has come, should I continue walking or read the book again for a while? I am not in a hurry anyway, and so I sit again comfortably on the sand while reading the book.
From the house of in between, a lump of times. We are thankful to all who read, we appreciate all who think, and we are grateful to all who exist. Sincerely the house of in between, a lump of times.
note 02.47.25
From the Looperchive, unit 38.
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Well, turns out I was right, but not quite, unfortunately. It's a little bit more complicated. To put it simply the road had a lot of bumps. We'll see I guess. Hope for the best. Anyway, let's start the reconfiguration process.
Reconfiguration process: starting up.
Aligning the space-time grid vertex. . .
Refreshing layered infinite clusters. . .
Restablizing the recurve recursion manifolds. . .
Should be done in a few minutes, Imma go to get my cereal. The hallway always feels both familiar and unfamiliar, pretty weird. I can't find my cereal...
Who ate my cereal!
You ate it last time.
What? I didn't, I literally just came out. You know the recent supply delivery.
Ah, maybe your time travel to the past to get it.
What?! No...
Well, just don't time travel, maybe the cereal will come out of existence from the paradox you just created and not created.
I'll just get another cereal, not like there's none left.
Have it your way then.
Whatever man.
And so I went to the storage room, getting another cereal. Oh wait there's a notification. The reconfiguration process is done. I guess cereal can wait. The hallway moved making it Inaccessible. Who moves the hallway again? I reach the nearest control panel to get another hallway. Let's see which one is not used by anyone, block 9? Too far, that's gonna take too long. Block 11, sure. The traffic is good to go. Aright. Changing block location. A sound of stone-like metal shifts, and scrapes each other in the background. Eh good enough.
I walk into the Simulation Sphere. I never told how this machine was built. I supposed it's not so important, I mean they do explain the gist of it. I heard about the other simulation machine, but it's not exactly simulating and is more of generating. I don't know, never seen it so, I wouldn't know.
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What gives? we can try forever. Fail forever, and everything just flipped just because of one successful attempt. The clouds start to adapt to unknown patterns. Could you see the walls that fill the land? It stacks against each other. Where does it come from? No one built these walls. Could the world build this? I don't know. The wall is dusty and crumbly. It smells tangy and rusty. Almost like metal resin. Sometimes the clouds fall and crush the walls apart. The wall flung in every direction. Sometimes stuck in the air, hanging above the ground. Given enough time a cleaning agent comes out of existence, collecting these floating broken walls. It's roots, we aren't so sure where these roots come from. Well, we do not however what it does. It decomposes the walls like fungus decomposes a dead body. At the bottom of the walls is a weird liquid thing. Some of them are pure black, others look like rainbows. It's a gas-like liquid. It spreads and is easily blown by the wind. Maybe itst two different things, the pure black one and the rainbow gas thing? One time I saw a cube come out of these liquid things, I forgot which one though. Then it floated and went somewhere. I wonder what that's all about.
Note 824.293.929
From the Looperchive, unit 248.
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I know you think it's what I need, turns out it's what you need. Does it really matter now? Let's just end the day the way we planned and have fun while doing it okay?
Yeah,
The end.
That's the end of the book I read, so what do you think?
Man, it wouldn't have ended the same if I was him. I will just rush in anger and ask what is this all for then? Why do you have to lie to me? Don't you believe me?
Ah, well, I guess you wouldn't turn back and hear the truth from afar instead, or from a plan paper in this case.
They do it all for you, and he realizes he should do it all for them, too. Isn't that sweet?
Take a lot of effort to end like that huh,
It seems so. I mean obviously.
I don't know; lying is not my thing, you know.
It shouldn't be anyone's thing if you ask me. It's like a trouble generator.
A huh.
What about the book you read?
The book I read?
Well. It's about a never ending ends.
What?
So basically, it's the end of the world, but it never ends; it's like teasing into ending but never actually ending.
Do the people know?
No, wh at they know; however, there's a way to end the end. So they tried all kinds of ways to end it until they did.
Is that the end of the book?
No, it's the first chapter. After the end ended, they were bored. There isn't really anything happening after that. The first time I read it, I kinda wondered if they tried their best to get out of their suffering; now what? After all, this is all they want. In the third chapter, it turns out the end was fake at the start; it's all just an elaborate plan to keep the people busy. Otherwise, there isn't anything much to do.
What! Who exactly planned this? Isn't the people themselves?
No, it's being with a higher power,
Bruh, what do they have anything to do with this? I know it's not the only one, but it's just beings. Still, they have no business.
Well, they were bored.
I guess eventually, the people find out about it and try to get to the higher being, and there will be a twist that turns out to be a lie. It's a layered convoluted plan again,
Exactly.
How does the book end, though?
It's not something you would like to know from me, it's best to read it yourself.
Oh, I guess that's true.
Conversation log 2883.28.
From the Looperchive, unit 11 Archives, specifically for little notes, abandoned projects, unused documents, etc.
What if I never figure that out? My whole life, I would be just a coconut drifting in the ocean, never met an island. Never see the land; there's never been a land. Would that be okay?
It's okay. You will be okay.
If only that's what they say.
They are never here; I am sure you will find another. How much do they matter?
I don't know, I am afraid.
What are you afraid of?
I am afraid that I think they mean nothing, well, almost nothing. They aren't exactly here, but I am sure they care, at least they try in their own way, that is, even though they fail, even though they don't understand.
I see. well, what are you gonna do about it then?
Nothin', I suppose; it's not that I want to do nothing about it. I just don't know, and it doesn't seem That I want it enough to find out how.
So, you don't care?
...
Just say it.
I do, but...
I suppose that's it then.
Wait,
No, there's nothing more to say. I know you don't know. I don't know, we don't know.
Okay.
Conversation log 2824.234
From the Looperchive, unit 11. Archives, specifically for little notes, abandoned projects, unused documents, etc.
The fireplace
The Lost one, I don't know, what is this place, a fireplace with a curtain surrounding it. There's a warning sign that says, "Don't stay, just rest. The end is imminent, the beginning always has been." I was really spooked at first I tried to get out of this place, but when I opened the curtain, everything changed. The outside was no longer the area I once was, I am afraid, I lost myself within this place. I don't know what to do, I am scared, is this how it is now? Stuck here forever? But the sign says I shouldn't stay. What's going to happen to me?
The wanderer, at last, a place to rest and jump from this wretched place. The fireplace awaits me again. I entered it and found someone, he looked like me a long time ago, the first time I was in this fireplace. He asks me how to get out of here, he sounds really desperate. I can see the look in his eyes, that he just wants to go home, he doesn't understand what's going on. Oh poor soul, unfortunately, I couldn't really help. Even though I really want to, at last, I don't have the power to do so. I comfort him by telling him my story, how I became the wanderer, and the places I went. While at first, he seems so scared and restless, can't really accept the fate upon him. A few moments later he started to understand, and now he was just a little bit sad, and maybe melancholic. I can't really do much honestly. I asked him how he got here, but he didn't want to talk about it. Well, I suppose personal matters shall kept personal. We just met so, I suppose he wasn't ready to tell me such a thing just yet. That's okay, take your time friend.
The researcher. Finally, I found it! I knew it would materialize around this area. Well, time to do some testing. Log 748, close observation of the fireplace. The origin spatial dimension anchor has been set and ready. Time to go in, I walked in and encountered two entities, a wanderer and a lost soul.
The lost soul immediately asked me for help, as I expected. Of course, I told them I would help, but after I had done my log. He seems confused, then stepping back. The wanderer seems a bit stunned seeing me, I can see that he's a bit curious about me. I try to focus on gathering as much data as possible. Measuring all kinds of parameters. The fireplace has the same manifold signature as the waiting room. We have concluded that it must have been made by the same architect or creator, but after meeting the master creator ourselves and asking a bunch of questions, they said no, we didn't make those. We asked if they may know who made the fireplace, and they said maybe the recanicon, there's also a lot of dimensional entities, but we can't track them all. Unsatisfied with their answer, we investigate further ourselves.
Are you one of them? Ask the wanderer.
master One of who? I asked.
The finders.
Oh, maybe. We try to learn more about this place and everything.
Can I ask you for something?
What?
Do you find one of us?
We found a lot of your kind scattered across the infinite multi-dimensional reality.
Oh, do you know where they are?
Sure, do you want to hop in?
Nah, I am fine, I have somewhere to go.
Right, well I am done here, hey you want to go home? I ask the lost soul.
Really?! He looks surprised.
Yeah, cmon.
And so I walk out of the fireplace with the lost soul as I pick the anchor. I look again at the wanderer, he seems uncertain.
Hey, if you find one of us again, it's okay to ask for a ride.
He didn't answer, just nodding timidly.
Log 748, The fireplace close observation notes.
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They have reached maximal continuity, exposing the line that was never there, shedding the illusion in which their entirety of entireness is grounded.
Huh? Oh yeah yeah, good stuff. Remember to remind me of whatever y'all are on about.
Well, I'm tryin, quote "In which the paint of transitivity one uses on the wall of other being, especially eminent being must not glisten or overtures against the materialistic mediums landscape the information collaboration exchanges." Ocve 247.828.849.
I guess halfway there,
What happened when...?
You're going to get it wrong, if that happens. Which is going to stain the whole chain? At least that's what I assume, it's probably worse. Better not risk it I suppose.
Is it really that fragile?
No, but the whole directionality is interdependent so you either align or are unaligned.
Oh,
Conversation log 34.20
From the Looperchive, unit 928383919383892928383
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ጮ-W-S
The time you're looking for it, it's gone.
I see it, I see it!
What?
Look! Pointing to the distance time beyond.
I don't see anything, can you describe it?
Sure, it looks like a floating lantern with etching on its fire.
What does the etching say? What glyphosate?
I can't read it,
Could you describe it?
Hexagon, what I think is epidote keys?
Hlavani citace?
No, I don't think it's fire etching, not glacial dried ice.
Mirolate blozite?
Maybe, hold on. The hexagon is a cube,
Can you guess what it made off?
Hmmm, it's kinda hard with the fire nonstop flailing. Maybe shale?
No, I don't think.
Wait do I think what I am thinking?
Probably not
Ughhh, what does mirolate mean?
Rock mirrors.
Exactly,
Wait the minute. Is it?
Yup, etched on a fire.
Why can't I see it exactly?
I don't know, you aren't aligned with a certain hemispheric emanation.
Which one just tell just me.
Uh, I don't know either.
Guh, let's just go, I think we're done here.
Yea yea, perhaps next time I can't see it but you did.
Sure man, whatever.
Conversation log 24.43
From the Looperchive, unit unknown.
They have reached maximal continuity, exposing the line that was never there, shedding the illusion in which their entirety of entireness is grounded.
Huh? Oh yeah yeah, good stuff. Remember to remind me of whatever y'all are on about.
Well, I'm tryin, quote "In which the paint of transitivity one uses on the wall of other being, especially eminent being must not glisten or overtures against the materialistic mediums landscape the information collaboration exchanges." Ocve 247.828.849.
I guess halfway there,
What happened when...?
You're going to get it wrong, if that happens. Which is going to stain the whole chain? At least that's what I assume, it's probably worse. Better not risk it I suppose.
Is it really that fragile?
No, but the whole directionality is interdependent so you either align or are unaligned.
Oh,
Conversation log 34.20
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Looperchive logs 2e7-83
How long have you been here? Observing and Studying the relics of the past?
Oh, I don't remember anymore, the past would be such an understatement. You know this vertical hall of blue ceramics scattered throughout the universe, not only our universe, but every universe in every universal plane region. It's quite unfathomable for such a civilization to endure the end and the beginning, don't you think?
I am not well-versed in such matters, I'm afraid. May I ask, have we uncovered the meaning in these ancient relics?
I'm confident that the meaning has long gone and surely lost on us all. We are no longer able to decipher it. Not that I am stopping anyone from trying themselves, it's my view that seeing such an endeavor as futile. Even if many have tried to do everything that they can, whatever destroys, study, pray, or whatever. These things persist. Even as it's crumbling very very slowly, as if it's a part of the fabric of this plane of existence.
Hmm,
I suppose these things don't crumble traditionally. It may appear so but we aren't so sure.
If it's true that these relics spread across every side and edge of the existence plane, doesn't that mean it would be something very big, massive, the size of We the entire existence plane itself? How come the past is so powerful? and we here in this moment are less powerful, less advanced?
Hmmm, I never thought of it like that.
I mean think about it, we live in past ruins, post-post-post-apocalypse. Like some sort of epilogue or something. A last flicker of lights from a massive explosion.
Poetics, yes. Hmm.
Is it really the way of time for things to be simpler? Imagine however created thse relics of the past were created, their glory like many others.
Their sorrows too, no?
Hmm, it must've been great too.
Truly,
How come other civilizations after these relics don't persist?
Hold on, survival bias remember.
Don't your research say that these relics are the oldest things ever?
True...
Logs
A character walking on the beach. Watching the sky and saying. What beautiful clouds, make want to take a picture of it, but what's the point? We take a lot of pictures and yet still forget it anyway. What we gonna do instead is delete it, because it fills our memory. Phone memory that is, but if I didn't take a picture of those clouds, I would say "Man if only I take more photos of the past." That's when I only take pictures of "important" Events. Could I remember that I didn't take a picture of these clouds? Would you rather remember what you didn't take a picture of or forget what you took a picture of? Hmmmm. I would rather remember.
Pieces of broken cubes fall into the ocean. A hole opens and roots start to come out of it, searching for the cubes. The broken cubes impact creating a massive wave to the beach. The character just sits and watches it go. Just there, if a story doesn't have a character is it still a story? That characters that just walk on the beach don't exist. You could say it's a formless voice or something, but it doesn't exist and what's the point of conversation in non-existence existence? Do thoughts exist? I mean we are thoughts. Can thoughts think? We think. It is always this, existence proves itself. Can it though? Paradoxes exist, but they unexist themselves by being paradoxes. Get it?
Whatever.
Either way, let's back to the end. So uh, Massive wave from the oceans breaks the beach apart. I could say it's not a beach or an ocean. The character left, butchering the sky. Leaving a note "
Note 728.9384.803
I remember being here
I am here
I will be here
Again and again
Over and over
Yet something else.
Other than myself. "
From the house of.
We are thankful to all who read
We appreciate for all who think
We are grateful to all who exist
Sincerely the house of.
So? You come again, little man. At the bridge of in between. What is it then? Is it one of those things again? The wind blows again? Yet it's not a wind that blows, just your entire life of minuscule existence. Time and time again young man, little man. Oh, you forget it again. You pick up so soon, rushing towards the epidemy you once sought. Again and again. It's all the same. What's the matter? Is it words you want to utter? Or an act you want to play? I presume you must understand. This time alone you can't waste. That little man was here and alone. Watching deeper into the reflection. The little man sees himself as just a little man. He's not little at all, it's all just a mental projection. Nothing more than a thought-given belief. Would you come closer to see him again? Watch it lost in the snippet space.
Well, here I am little man, what do you want?
I don't know.
Oh, you are such a liar; you know many things, you want many things, and you are just confused and can't even choose. Listen, we won't be here forever. Our time is limited, please understand and don't forget it this time.
So, will you help then?
Of course, that's exactly why we are here.
That's great.
You haven't answered the question yet, little man. Answer it now; only then will we help you.
Conversation log 13.834
From the house of black ground. We are thankful to all who read, we appreciate all who think, and we are grateful to all who exist.
"Our Knowledge reaches its end." Written in brass petals
Is that one of the artifacts?
One of the petals from the metal flower.
Hmm, I don't think it has anything to do with the artifacts from floating cubes.
Well, yeah, the floating cube artifacts are usually in the form of cardboard and signs.
So, what do you think it means?
Based on other petals, we have found this was a recording of the end times or at least their end time. They probably already reached way beyond the singularity.
Do you think they still exist?
Probably, somewhere out there, still jumping worlds in search of a new home, perhaps. Maybe if we find all the petals and complete the flower, it will reveal the ultimate truth about them.
Or the flower is actually a part of a bouquet.
I never thought of that. There's no evidence of other flowers, though, but I will keep that in mind; for now, let's focus on what we have.
Sure thing
Conversation log 8273
Brass petal artifact
From the house of obscure silence.
"Nothing ends, but everything needs rest. " 2.22 AM. Truly, most things end, yet they still may need rest. I came by this bedroom dimension to check on those who rest well. Hope they don't dwell too much, or they will start to rot and smell iron. They shall not stay forever. Soon enough this place will collapse. I suppose someone has to clean the mess there are too many raptured dimensions hidden under the rug. I suspect someone here, whoever they are, they must pay the price for leaving this mess here. Irresponsible!
Time to eat croissant donuts. Is it a croissant shape like a donut, or a donut that tastes like a croissant, or both? Oh, look, they double-glazed it, it better serve warm. Nothing better than eating a croissant donut while watching Dimensional Rapture, at least for today.
A few hours later.
I walk down the sandy park. Wait a minute, this isn't sand; it's a red resin. This is worse than rustic dust. I will make a complaint later, for now, I need to go to the store to buy some newspapers. Maybe I could get some update on the artifact research, curious indeed. Nothing out of the ordinary these days. I guess I still have to generate another bedroom dimension.
Whatever I will get it eventually. The store seemed empty, and the dust settled across the mirrored hallway. I asked if there was any news regarding the artifact research.
No, there's no newspaper since the information blackout. All information was gone, only the one outside the range of blackouts that still exist.
Wait, what? How come I didn't notice this happening?
It's an Information blackout. Remember, literally no information can exist when it happened.
Rrrright. So when would the newspaper arrive?
It should be tomorrow, but who knows. Probably, the blackout will be in the news.
Obviously,
Anyway, you don't want to buy any other thing?
I would like some bed seeds, please.
Is your bedroom dimension raptured again?
You guess it.
Man, just break the cycle, alright? Don't let them happen again; we will be out of stock of these seeds.
Isn't that good?
You know this rapturing isn't just your problem. These seeds are hard to come by, especially with frequent information blackouts.
Oh, alright I will try to break the cycle.
You must break it!
Chill, I will okay.
You can go now.
Well, see ya.
Eplerosiom Diary log 239
From the house of triangular caldera. We are thankful to all who read, we appreciate all who think, and we are grateful to all who exist. Sincerely the house of triangular caldera.
Worrying about won't make it better.
I know, what should I do then?
Wait.
For how long?
As long as you need.
How do I know when I don't need to wait?
You will,
A painting of distant storms with a dark blue sky filled with clouds; below it is a vast deep ocean, and you can barely see the ship in the middle of the storm far away in the distance. The painting hanging on the wall near them.
The wall was dry almost too dry. It's somewhat warm with the yellow tint color. The air was humid, just like the forest outside the wall. The room was cut in half, the other end was a cliff to open oceans. The same ocean is in the painting.
So what do you do for a job?
Waiting.
Waiting what?
Waiting when it came, I pulled a lever to stop them from crossing the dangerous road as it came.
You mean railroad.
Something like that.
You can't take a nap; you must not take a nap.
Obviously, why did you mention that?
Well, you are a napper, so I don't recommend this job.
Yeah, I suppose not. But I need a job quick. I have a mouth to feed.
You live alone, don't you?
I have a cat.
Sure,
I just don't know anymore.
I am still here for you, you know.
Thanks.
As the same storm from the painting materialized, the sound of distant thunder filled the room.
It's time to go.
Yeah,
Conversation log 1149
From the house of distant cubic. We are thankful to all who read, we appreciate all who think, and we are thankful to all who exist. Sincerely the house of distant cubic.
Day by day, have I lost the sense of myself? Why did I think it was stupid?
You still have me you know?
What? An imaginary companion? You don't exist,, you know that, right?
You will be too,
Sitting in the dining hall near the window side, you can see the desert outside with its scorching surface. Just in front of you is your hallucination. You are delusional out of dehydration and lack of oxygen.
Why it have to be now? Questioning about identity and all that.
It's called crisis.
I know I am not the old me anymore nor I will stay like this forever, yet I don't know what I am gonna be.
Many people, most people are too afraid to confront such a thing, such thought don't even come to mind for them. Maybe it did, yet they dismiss it, not for me to say if they can't handle it.
How do one measure self?
I don't know, why do you ask yourself that question?
You can't change what you can't measure.
You want to change?
I want to know myself.
You will see more of yourself eventually.
All I do just those same routine, cycling into nowhere.
Weren't that what you always do, what everyone do? That's may be all you see now. You just haven't see more of yourself yet.
The waiter come with a glass of cold fizzy water. That's all you ordered.
Cheers pal, you on your own now.
What?
You always does.
At least you feels a bit of refresh from the fizzy water.
Conversation log 2854
From the house of moss fall.
Here's a gift.
What for?
I don't know, just feel like it...
Huh, thanks. Are you sure this isn't a means to an end?
Of course not, I just said I feel like it, there's no intention, just feeling.
Alright,
It's hard to know whether I am sincere or not, I am afraid I am not, I could just do nice things so others will do the same to me,
You still can want to be nice without hoping anyone to be nice,
I suppose I can,
I heard that everyone in the world is dead except those who know, all those with knowledge are asleep except those who practice upon that knowledge, and those who practice upon that knowledge are deceived except those who are sincere in their practice. So maybe it's a good thing that you worry about your sincerity. I don't know, are you acting upon your knowledge?
Well, I guess I did. There's a knowledge of how to be nice for sure,
I suppose that's right.
Conversation log 2831
From the house of orthogonal phaser. We thankful to all who read, we appreciate to all who think, we are grateful to all who exist. Sincerely the house of orthogonal phaser.
We arrive and wake up.
What? Where are we?
The Wall.
They walk out of the vehicle. The Sun blazes the sand they walk on; a massive stone wall stretches far to the horizon.
This is impossible; it's way bigger than I imagined. How do they build this?
They had a lot of time for sure.
No way they build this. Why did they even build it?
I thought you already knew the Hofrez fields and stuff.
I don't know if it was real.
In some places, you can even see it in the sky, though you shouldn't look at it for too long. You never know what you will see, and sometimes people regret it.
I heard about it but never actually saw it.
Beyond this wall are the Hofrez fields; many expeditions have been done to study it, many never coming back. There's no rescue team; it's mostly one-way trip.
So this wall was built to keep the Hofrez fields or whatever in it away from The Origin?
You misunderstood. This wall can't keep anything from entering The Origin; The stable space already did that for us; it somewhat kept Hofrez fields at bay. This wall was built so no one would enter Hofrez fields. Those who are too curious but don't have the necessary equipment won't last a single second near the Hofrez fields.
Wait, if most of those who enter it never come back, how do they send the results of their research to The Origin?
They don't.
What? So nothing ever comes out of it? Is it all in vain?
Well, the thing is, it's still hard, unfathomably hard, to keep information static within the Hofrez fields. No one can even speak to each other; the sound is distorted. They usually use a very sophisticated way of communication. You can't even write, because the written words on the paper will scrambled.
Then how do they send their research result to the Origin?
Well, if possible, they send someone to do that. Or when they are lucky enough to go back.
Man, Glad we won't enter the free fields.
Same pal.
End of conversation log 2983
The wall restoration teams.
Are you still doing that thing you've always been doin'? Such a waste of time you know,
What? It's fine dude, don't worry about it.
What if you die when you doin' it? If you don't want to die while doing something. Don't do it.
Well, I wouldn't want to die while doing this obviously.
You never know, I am fine die while telling you this.
Chill, bro; since you got back from the Retrieval mission, you changed.
Everything changes in there all the time; everyone changes.
Man,
You don't understand, don't you? Before I enlisted to volunteer on this mission, I didn't feel like I had something to lose; everyone knew the risk of entering that field. Everyone accepts it.
That's why I begging you to not go on that mission,
Well, at least I am here now. Not everyone makes it; it's guaranteed.
I guess that's good. I mean that's great,
I thought I didn't have anything to lose; I didn't mind the consequences of the mission. Besides the stabilizer is pretty strong, but not for long. The fields take us one by one, you never know when it will happen. There's no time to even react; I nervously check my stabilizer status. Every second feels like a year whenever Time folds and seeps into your mind, molding your very perception of time.
...
Now I can't waste any more time in my life. Not even a single second.
I suppose you find an appreciation of time.
I think it's more than that.
Conversation log.
From the house of cerebral catalog. We are thankful to all who read, we appreciate to all who think, and we are grateful to all who exist. Sincerely the house of cerebral catalog.
What was in that thing?
What thing?
The oceans.
Do you mean that sparkly liquid field in front of us?
More or less.
I don't know what's in there, why do you ask me?
I thought you brought me here to show your research results.
Yeah, I did. I didn't study that thing, though.
Why not? It's peculiar-looking.
Someone else, in another division. I mainly researching the atmosphere around here.
What's so interesting about air?
The fact that there are no plants yet is still breathing.
Well, oxygen doesn't just come from plants, you know; other stuff like rocks can contain oxygen. Some chemical reaction and stuff like that.
I suppose that's true, the atmosphere is breathable, but not equally so. In some places, there's a lack of oxygen, and in other places, there's too much oxygen.
So what's in the air? Some kind of exotic particles?
We found some, the weather here is pretty constant, clouds of various gasses, besides water vapor.
Do you find some use for the exotic stuff you find?
Yes, yes we did. Coolant for our machine, energy source, maybe food, we need some test for exotic food.
Isn't some of them could be dangerous?
Obviously yeah, we took massive precautionary protocol. It took years to determine if something was safe.
Wait, how long have you been here?
Few thousand.
What the how? How didn't you get old,
You know time stuff.
Uh, yeah I suppose.
We won't talk about this.
Agree.
Sometimes I feel we will be here forever; this research just never ends, you know.
I get that, this place, this void is unfathomably big. It's beyond infinite.
We have an infinitely expanding research complex, pretty hard to navigate if you ask me. Especially if it constantly changing. Because SOMEONE thought it was a good idea for each block to have the capability to move.
I mean, making it modular is probably a good idea; it's infinitely adjustable.
You think!
Conversation log 038747
Ah, to begin in the end. One of them seems agitated, but at last, all they can do is mourn their dead friends. The sky has taken another victim I suppose. Maybe one day, someone will avenge these deaths and put an end to this misery.
Does this only happen to some people and not all people?
That seems to be the case.
We perceive the world differently, thus the sky only takes those who perceive the sky as takers.
Couldn't just they change how they perceive?
It's an innate thing. It would be as hard as changing this wood table, into a metal table without actually changing it.
Transmutation could do just fine.
But can you transmute yourself? Your own way of seeing the world? Wouldn't that mean you change who you are? Fundamentally?
I don't want to be fundamentally against the sky.
These goggles are the best we can do against the sky.
You as someone who perceives the sky as the taker, can't contribute to this expedition. It's too dangerous to be in the sky when you are against it.
I know it's not the sky itself that threatens us. It was the thing in the sky.
Not sure why you mentioned that but yeah, you will still be able to help us research and study it, underground. The place that guarantees your safety. That city with a dome isn't that safe anymore after the sky barrier incident. We can't take any chance for our people who are against the sky to be taken away.
I suppose I have no other choice.
I am sorry, though you still can come up to the surface from time to time with Goggle.
Thanks.
Conversation log 2938
Expedition recruitment.
Do you see that island? My friend asks while we are on a boat in the middle of the ocean.
Yes. I answer.
Well, that island is our research subject. Apparently, it's somewhat immortal.
What do you mean?
So basically each time the part of it starts to die it will be reborn as a new youngling. Detaching itself from its body. Then it rejuvenates and lives by itself.
I see, but what if the dead cell is inside the organism?
Well, it will be born as chunks of dead parts. Also after it lives on its own and finishes its rejuvenation it will come back and go exactly to the same place as before.
So it never grew new parts? All the parts have always been the same.?
Well no, it still can grow new ones, maybe. We aren't sure about their life cycle.
Haven't much data I suppose.
We are the first ones to see it up close. Usually, we just send a proxy bot or something.
Right, how much equipment we had anyway?
Definitely more than one fleet of proxy bots.
Is it okay to touch them? Interact and stuff? Is it conscious? Can it talk or communicate?
Why are you asking those questions? None of those questions have an answer yet, that's what we are here or.
I thought the proxy bot could have determined that.
Well sure they did, but to make it really sure we had to check it ourselves.
And then
What the,
Sir the boat unable to move closer there's seems to be a force field.
Force field? What kinds of force fields?
We aren't sure, we try to analyze it. For the moment we can't move any closer to the target.
Okay then. Keep me updated alright.
Yes sir.
That's weird. The proxy bot has no data about this. It never encounters any force field. I may have to recheck the data.
What's wrong?
There seems to be a force field preventing us from getting any closer.
Weird.
Yeah, they still trying to figure out the force field. For now, we could try to recalibrate the sensors and stuff.
Right on.
Conversation log 286
Immortal Island expedition.
Tantalization
What was the name of the effect, that says when you notice something you start seeing it everywhere.
I don't know,
Impossible, dirt bags and flowers everywhere.
Stop that now, we are in the garden.
Maybe it's not a garden after all,
What are you talking about?
I mean did you see those stairs?
What stairs?
Forget it, it's phased out of existence, and you don't remember anything.
Remember what?
Remedial 11 dentukory accident
Den what?
That, I am pointing to the sky,
What is that?
Dentukory.
It looks like an abandoned house in perfect condition.
Visually it can be anything, one thing we can be sure about is that it is stuck there for some reason, the last time we checked there we got ejected from a dimensional rapture wave, and you stop remembering stuff.
Oh, I remember, I remember now. Remedial 11, the mission we took yesterday.
Yesterday? It was 3 years ago bro...
What?
Anyway, you probably get messed on the head or something, we are stuck on time mesh, forwarding towards the channeling.
You lost me there,
We need to squeeze time into space, so we can go back to our time point.
What about the effect you just ask about?
I don't know.
Conversation log. team 11
Is it worth
is it
is it
third
Then it left
None.
You wait, here, hear.
Pear.
Peer.
Longer, seventh.
Curled back, forward, backward, onward.
Was there ever happening? What to do with.... to do, to do with it....
Surrounding, tailor.
Sail sailor, bail, never fail.
Not enough value, not enough time, not enough something within, an external meeting beyond, another word for belong.
I don't know, I really don't know.
For once, I know. For once there's none.
I can't tell, No one to tell, no one to be there, forever unthere.
Forever, no longer, no eternity.
Speak, no speak. Enough, what he said, what they said.
Who's word?
Can't afford?
Life.
Forced.
Wall.
It's there I thought. I couldn't find. It's here hidden, I never find.
Like an ice cream, it melts if you don't eat it, it melts if you didn't freeze it.
note 29384-263
Here.
I felt like sitting on the corner of my existence, so out there like, unpresent, alienated from the current form. It's bizarre, weird, and low-key undesired.
But it's like the room was filled with sand hill, and it flowed to the edge. Trying to walk to the center is like trying to climb a flowing sand hill.
It's a change that awaits, a drastic change. I am in a frantic and fluid state, drifted by this sudden unprecedented non-stop force inner outside. I can't stand it, at the moment at least, kinda laid back and start to get buried in the sand. Growing worrier and not much better-er, I gotta stand up.
Get out of this I think, I don't know. Am I right?
wkfncioanw: It's not about being yourself, but knowing yourself.
I know that I am a future-oriented person, and I am trying to be more present, I keep having this,
Oh I know what do, then skipping from that thought to what would I do after that before I even do anything, in the end I didn't even do the thing that I already obviously know to do, which the thought I skip to to think of what I should do next which is way too out of reach, and out of control, and not currently able to be act upon,
mwnxamwjcosla: You gotta trust your future self to do their own thing. Now do yours.
I see.
792-143-234554020.txt
Likewise, the nocturnal sun is never seen after the remission time breaker space semi-splitification.
At Borgm
So like we're going to...
I suppose we should, do you not think it's important for us to do it?
Yes, absolutely, definitely.
Well then go through with the plan, my plan, our plan.
I guess,
What are you uncertain about? Are you worried that something might go wrong?
I worried that we might overshot and blow us up.
In that case, I will lower it, but if you worry about the chaos minuscule scale effect, I can't do anything about that. We don't have the precision.
I'm just not clear on what to do here.
I can't really tell you yet,
Are you holding important information or still working on figuring it out?
Both?
huh,
Look, we might overshot or undershot, which would have been fine, but if we did overshot then it should be fine too, we still have a contingency plan.
Contingency... Who thought of that?
You,
I am not one hundred percent sure about this, the contingency plan is riskier than this, but possible.
We'll see I guess.
The plan to erect a new sun, or to magnetize and slurp the sun position from the Ecry space thus reposition it back to where it is supposed to be, saving the planet blarv for the eternal darkness.
The erection of the new Sun, Yat-sen project they called has one little flaw, the infinite energy generator needs to stop at a certain level. The problem is that the generator was circling its energy back to itself to generate more energy, it harvested the energy from the energy space, basically acting as a pump. It's not really a generator but from this side it kinda is. The energy flow from the generator to itself needs to be stopped at a certain point in time, to ensure the stability of the new sun, the problem is you can't. There's no way to stop the energy flow.
The sun will grow way too massive and explode into a supernova, collapse into a black hole. Even if we can stop the generator or reroute the energy flow we still need to figure out the exact energy for stabilizing the new sun
Yat-sen project log 517
This is stupid
This is stupid stupid
I don't know what to do, there seem to be a lot of things that need to be done but I don't know what I need to do. There's like a bunch of other people, and they are somewhat clueless somewhat doesn't. They didn't tell me the exact thing I need to do right now. Am I supposed to figure it out myself? But if I try to do something it turns out that it was someone else who needed to do that and I am just going to intervene or be a nuisance. It's confusing at worst, and unhelpful at best.
Like what am I supposed to do? Not doing anything also would have been wrong, it's like there's something that needs doing or preparing but no instruction and clarity on what it is. It's a mess, and I don't know what to do about it.
I could ask, yea of course I could, if not meet with a disappointing answer of why didn't you read what you should do yesterday, or it's written here or whatever, just tell me dude what's so hard about it. I suppose you don't know exactly what I need to do, fine. It's all written in a text I don't know where, that I happened to not want to read, funny how that goes don't you think? It seems to meander to whatever place that gives you uncertainty and unclarity.
Alright, let's say I don't have to do anything. Okay, I guess I can just do whatever, and relax. Just for a minute then someone came hey do this and that, you know what fine, that's good. Just when I started to do something for myself it happened.
Just get over it already, get to the point you know.
From a stranded note.
What's in it?
There's a dagger with a wax seal with a daymare catcher symbol, a flask with a lock and a moon dial label containing liquid calcium innit, a tome with a burning eyeball on a mug as cover, a severed heart amulet, a piece of paper clip containing rogue artificial soul...
Rogue? Is it bad?
I said rogue not evil,
Alright, continue.
An anti-dark matter emulsifier, telecom, universal simulation sphere, a blank wooden tablet...
That's just a piece of wood...
No, this thing is for storing a certain type of information, a particular type
Okay...
A piece of blue ceramic, stair parts, some coal from the fireplace, crystallize cardboard, red wooden carpet with the dragon fractal pattern, 483.628.947 pages of research documents about the mug, and
And?
You see this,
yeah,
So you did see something right?
Yes, I see it.
Not all people can see it, thus they can't really describe it.
It's just a pen.
Oh, I see. Perceptually selective pen.
Ah,
Conversation log 29-389
Items.
Any updates?
On what?
The dynamic pathway.
Not yet,
What do we have now?
Turns out the planar shift doesn't happen globally throughout all layers,
So we could just make a pathway in the stable layer?
Well, not exactly.
Why?
You can't access the layer from our current layer.
So basically it's trapped in the shift,
Yea, we need to find a workaround. Besides the stable layer is practically a mono-layer UPR so we just back to square one with UPR disconnection.
Would you lower with the jargon?
I thought you knew all of this, UPR Universal Plane Region, a somewhat arbitrary but useful term for cataloging a certain area of the EP, which itself is a sort for Existence Plane, a simplified term to understand the relationship of the entire existence and the garden, an apparatus believed to be outside existence, or below it, or at the bottom of it, you know with this metaphors directionality. The layers, a parallel universe stack on themselves.
Yea yeah, I get it. Can you just get straight to the point? What was the mono-layer thing?
I just separated the usable layer from the shifted one, thus making it its own UPR, which it is.
What is stopping us from accessing it?
The other layers.
So the whole layer thing gets jumbled, doesn't that mean all the layers are unusable anyway?
Well yeah, but you still can make a pathway in them because the layer itself doesn't move, it's the other layer that's actually moving.
I see. Wait how's the stable layer not moving when the other moves?
Well it's not physical, they aren't physically touching. Don't you get a reality physics class? What are you even doing here?
I don't? Isn't the cause of this shift...
Wait wait, I don't remember you working here, are you new?
My friend brought me here to check stuff,
What stuff?
Whatever stuff you're all going for.
Oh, you are a cube.
Yes, I am,
How?
It's a long story, does this mean I can't go back to the Origin?
The Origin? Which UPR is that?
The one with the nexus point,
The one with the human?
Yea, I was actually one.
Aaaah, well yea, I think you are stuck here, You also can't go to the supervoid, whichever Living void you were from,
It's the one with the connection with MC.
Yea? We can't contact both of them. I wonder what they were doin,
From MRF conlog 134-2938-28303
Hmm, it could've been better, ah well. For all I know there won't be anyone at the end of the tunnel to celebrate. Then again it may have been just me making excuses... Oh how I know less and less, better and better, never quite stagnant, never quite moving. Jiggling about in a dense liquid paste.
How to be, how to not be, without a sign one may lose, without a guide one surely will lose, yet in luck, one may find a way, yet in time, one will go away.
Keep, just keep. It will be better anyway, if that's what one once sought, one soon will get, not quite yet time will tell, could one have the patience to see? To witness and fail? To observe and succeed?
Even when one learn nothing, one has tried, one has persevered.
Why bones? Look at that center structure. It's porous and white, like a ball of bones with many holes. I wonder what's innit. I walk towards it, in awe of its light, this entire complex of magnificent calcite edifice has fully engulfed me. Perhaps my long journey has come to an end.
I see it. It's like a sphere of some kind yet not quite. It's many eyes of eyes looking directly at me. Its silence gives me shivers down my spine, I feel like a grain of sand facing the sun. I am ready to face it. I have to, finally, I will get my answer. The answer I've been seeking, it must know.
Later.
I take my step with haste as it urges me to make my leave. While I got an answer, it's not quite what I desire. I must take what I get, if anything an answer is better than none. I should be grateful no?
It's time to head back, to our little headquarters.
Finally, after a very long fast walk, I reach the outside. The curtain is still there, perhaps waiting for me, perhaps it's just a coincidence.
I depart the majestic calcite edifice. I think these things usually float and travel through space to propagate.
From R-2837/9244
Calkian XPD 245
Many many things, I want many many things, I want to do many many things, I want to achieve those things, even this writing, this very writing is what I want to do which I am doing right now.
I want to learn a new language and write down my spending so I can manage it better, which I haven't been doing. Sometimes I just forget what I spend so I guess I want to keep track of things and where my spending goes...
Then again why should I write about wanting to do something if I can just do it right away, it seems very unnecessary no?
I want to learn a new language, sure, but how am I going to do that? I've learn language before so just do the same thing again, I know how, writing about it could potentially remind you or give you some details you miss, but just doing it will shed light on whether it actually works no?
There's stuff that better be planned about and there's other stuff I would rather just do, sure I suppose there's extra uh information, but for what? What happened with the list of things I want to do when I forgot about it? When I made more list later, when I want to remake the list... A bit tedious at least for me.
It's good to know what you want and write it down, perhaps make you question whether you actually do want it or not, or it's just one of those fleeting feelings you get when you see someone achieve some impressive stuff, or just people in general, have you thought about what you want?
What do you want in life? Why?
Why not?
Isn't knowing what you want essential to what you decide to do? Do you not think that?
Have you been neglectful about what you do on a daily basis?
I understand, not everyone has the capacity to think all that, do they though? What do I know? You know better than me.
I forgot what I want to write... the things I want to do,
Ah, perhaps I don't really want to do it, or need to huh?
I've been wanting to do some cleanup on my handheld device's data capacity. It's been bothering me,
I want to create a visual representation of my daily life, and those records have been filling up the spaces in my device, beside other stuff I keep adding...
For what thought? A tiny sliver of engagement with other people that soon will vanish like a duck without bread?
It's like sustenance but pretty much empty, it's like eating dead bush in a desert...
Clearly, there's a better way of doing things. Everyone has their own version, but there is a relative sameness to it. The specifics may differ but the essentials will mostly be the same.
Stuff I want to read but for what? Reevaluating the whole wanting to do things again, gotta give myself a good reason no? We don't have infinite time, so better spend it on better things.
Things I want to watch... stuff I found mildly interesting but not interesting enough to be watched right away so I put it for later... which probably for never...
Even that list of watch later needs to be organized... A lot of things need to be organized...
Yet organizing without an end would also be wasteful, even some would better just start over because it's easier and perhaps more efficient and effective, you don't have to think much because it won't matter anyway,
Start over, think of a better system to organize things.
This talk about organizing without purpose is going to be messy, for what? I mean I guess it's easier to access things when everything is organized, you know where things are, just like memories.
Even this very writing is some sort of attempt to organize thought. So far only just been putting it out, not really making it easier to digest, I didn't read any of this after I was done.
Putting it to read later to never read, I thought that this cool idea could be expanded later. Not happened yet, perhaps I should interact more with the things I wrote. Rethinking old thoughts and stuff.
Isn't that the whole purpose of this? Well, not the whole, but perhaps an auxiliary purpose.
From writer 245.