the park, you strip away the layers of your vision.
is the default public layer which would tell you where you are, what
time it is, what the weather is going to be, where to walk to best
avoid crowds. Gone is the layer provided by the park specifically,
which would attach to each bird and tree a label indicating its
species and providing various fun facts, and which would show you the
history of each bench and sculpture. Gone are the social media layers
giving windows into the lives of your friends, gone are the couple of
augmented reality games that are normally an ambient presence in your
life. You keep on an emergency layer, so that if someone needs to
contact you or there’s a disaster, you’ll know. But otherwise reality
is stripped down to its bottom layer, the shared physical world you
can’t choose to opt out of.
sit down on a bench. Nearby, on what used to be a basketball court, a
group of teenagers are playing a game. With all your layers off, you
can only see half of what’s going on: You can see the players running
around, but not the game world which coordinates and motivates their
actions. Judging by their yelling and their gestures, you infer that
they’re working together to defeat some large monster by casting
spells at it.
of the kids crouches and then jumps eight feet straight into the air.
You’re not old, but you’re old enough that this seems strange, all
these human bodies doing things that human bodies can’t do. It’s
often said that such augmentations are improvements on evolution’s
work (the less blasphemous cousin of an older boast) but you know
that that’s not really true. Modified bodies like the child’s consume
more calories and are more damage-prone. In an environment like the
one their ancestors evolved in, they would probably have starved to
death or been immobilized by injury. Now, food is plentiful and deadly injuries are rare, so such concerns are less of an issue. It’s
not that augmented bodies are better
than unmodified ones in an objective sense, just that they’re
optimized for a drastically different world.
all the yelling of the children and chirping of the birds, there’s a
certain quietness to the world stripped bare of its extraneous
layers. Watching a small flock of birds peck at birdseed someone
scattered in the grass before you arrived, there’s a certain… You
don’t want to say realness:
You know better than to pretend that the things that happen in the
other layers are unreal, and you’ve only recently kicked the habit of
calling the base layer “the real world”. You don’t want to say
pretty sure those are starlings, you know the whole stupid story of
how they came to be in North America, and there’s nothing authentic
about it. But there’s a concreteness,
at least, in knowing that those birds exist for everyone in
the park, and not just for you.
You get to see models of different colors and shapes in a life drawing setting. They move and breath while posing (breathing like in real life :O) ambient music is playing in the background and you have 1, 2 and 5 minute sessions. I find it very helpful , you should try it.
There is this reoccurring Dream that haunts my soul Takes place upon a stage, In auditoriums accreting the Ambient matter of life arising From a script, oratories that Contravene my understanding From too many re-writes – Invariably I am always Entering an empty house (a dress rehearsal?) From center stage right As the Leko’s burn from the wings Spraying cadmium oranges Against manganese blues filtering Gobos that play the light in fog As if I am in a forest And then the lights go out as I face the empty seats and blindly, Trustingly walk downstage Toward an instinctive understanding So that, in my waking hours Of searching for grand meanings, The black entity of those theaters Swallow all my fears and self-doubt And I embrace the serif of illusions Like the blue, blue grosbeak Awakening to Spring.
maybe things you said after the end for lilo, or things you said with miles between us for nouis? lOVE U
things you said with miles between us for nouis
The first text Louis gets from Niall in two months is a selfie of him looking sunburnt all to hell, with a generous helping of stubble on his face and the stiff hair he gets from saltwater. He looks at it for fifteen straight minutes, memorizing the blue of his eyes, the cut of his bare collarbones, the dark roots peeking out more than they’ve any right to.
Then he shoots off, looks great lad ! and throws his phone to the side.
He meant to sleep in this morning, snatch a few couple of precious hours of sleep before he goes over to Bria’s to get the little lad. But instead he’s up at 8 am, hating himself and thinking about Niall.
Not hating himself because he’s thinking about Niall. He thinks about Niall often. In a friendly sort of way, in that way where you think about your mates because they’re your mates and you like thinking about them.
It makes sense, in a way, Niall’s fucked off somewhere and not told anyone where he’s gone. Or at least he’s not told Louis. He said he’d do that, he’d lose himself out in some small corner of the world where no one’s going to take his picture.
I’ll come looking for you, Louis had promised. He hasn’t even made it out of LA yet.
He doesn’t need to follow Niall around anymore, really. He’s traveled the damn planet with Niall three times over, and he’s got to settle down now. He’s got to grow some roots for a while, tend to his family. Become a homebody for the first time in his life. Even if that does sound more exhausting than touring.
He doesn’t expect his phone to start ringing, but it does.