Laeth's Blog

at the royal colonial garden

Had it really been a year since he and Ariel split, and was that how it was going to be from now on, years just flying by like nothing, he is nineteen but at this rate he could wake up tomorrow and be thirty five. Would he still remember the anniversary all those years later... Isaac had purposefully avoided making any plans for august the thirteenth, though even that, he reasoned after a while, was some sort of plan. The thought of a beach day did briefly cross his mind, more like a series of f...

(people love the stuff)

it finally happened. there is not a single story on the most popular post list. not even the announcement of a novel or the magazine. nothing even broadly about it. total fiction death. yet it’s basically always been the norm. but why.

first, of course, this blog or whatever it is, used to be dedicated to essays. and the readers that are here since that time can be reasonably supposed to be more naturally inclined towards nonfiction. fine. but the truth is the last two years or so, more than half...

Wee Wisdom (49)

Text within this block will maintain its original spacing when publishedthe churches were always kind of like chatgpt or another one of those inhuman things. they can only give prepackaged answers. but at least in the churches there is, no matter how remote, the possibility of renegades, of individuality. not so with the machines. also keeping the priests and pastors alive takes a lot less resources, whereas the machines are making the earth barren. anyway, always better to ask the gods dire...

(imagination, orthodoxy, oneness)

an orthodox fellow on twix (Nathaniel R. Clark; he is writing a book on the symbolism of bread, which is an interesting topic to me) made a series of posts about the imagination that naturally led me to memories of my time in the orthodox trenches, fighting imaginary devils, and thoughts about oneness and tradition, two of my favorite punching bags (they are favorites not just because of pleasant feelings of purgation, or the fun derived from laughing at absurdity, but also because i actually be...

twig

Looking at the glade a distracted eye would not know there was a conference going on. And it wasn’t only because the master of ceremonies always started his speech way before most guests had arrived. He was a stickler for punctuality, whereas most of the invitees knew to get there only after he had gotten the puns out of his system. He would always say them all, almost without context, amusing himself with the little jokes that everyone had heard a million times. How they lived in the sticks and...

Wee Wisdom (48)

Text within this block will maintain its original spacing when publishedsince switching to LEDs, people’s lightbulb moments are flickerythere’s a flaw in the strategy of judging people by their fruits. many don’t have any.let’s say there’s a retard club. a genius comes, proves the club is indeed for retards and saves people from it. then, many generations later, the followers of the genius want really badly to be part of the retard club, and are sad when the retards say they are not ...

answered prayers

The campaign for peace started online, with no trace of irony. Peace within families, within communities, between classes and races and nations and religions, even between fandoms, if you can believe it, and all over the world. Or at least all over the parts of the world where there were reliable internet connections, which obviously are the parts of the world that matter. The campaign took many forms, from the simple sharing of an image of a white dove all over the timelines of social media pla...

Wee Wisdom (47)

Text within this block will maintain its original spacing when publishedmouth agape confessing my love in greekit dusked on meit’s quite timely that christian nationalism is being discussed because neither christianity nor nations exist anymore.suspension of disbelief is especially strong in nonfiction because people don’t even know they are doing it.here is an actual unpopular opinion: Mozart is very overrated. the whole classical period is very weak and boring. too sim...

baby naming

Linda was rubbing cold pressed sweet almond grease over her eight month pregnant belly when she got a call. Annoyed, she ran to the kitchen where the phone was, saw that it was an unknown number and considered not picking up, as she wasn’t finished rubbing and would have to wash her hands thoroughly only to grease them again afterward, and by the time she was done the caller would have probably given up, the fat was too thick and pasty to remove easily with a napkin. When she thought of the napk...

Etymosophy (2)

Imagine you see a man using a spoon to cut through a piece of meat. After a chuckle or two, you would feel sorry for the guy, and your instinct would be to tell him that he is using the utensil incorrectly, to teach him what the purpose of the spoon is, and to give him a knife, if what he desires is to cut. This would be a natural and even salvific instinct, which is why you would be surprised, confused, even horrified, when someone else watching the scene intervenes to tell you, Leave him be, h...