Geometry for Ocelots

by Exurb1a

Urinating one morning he became transfixed with an intricate pattern on the plaster of the toilet and mangled the tip of his penis in his trouser zip. Such is the path to enlightenment.

such is the path lol

her hair plaited, her skin tattooed with fractal mandalas.

Cool

It seemed to him suddenly that self-hate was the result of a misguided attempt to please people one would never meet, and if one did meet such judgemental idiots, one would not respect them nor desire their respect in the first place.

“Shyness is just narcissism for introverts. You’d do well to remember that.”

Well shit ive been attacked

No, Leo thought. Anything but that.

You bene jesserit made me a freak

Just for a moment he had permission to exist.

Yes damn

He chatted to the sciencewoman a while until she fell asleep on the sofa. He covered her in a blanket, then fetched the champagne from the fridge. He necked a glass, necked another. He looked at himself in the mirror for a while, his eyes now developing crow’s feet with age, his teeth crooked: the decline. He took the champagne bottle down onto the street. A man was lying in the road. Leo sat down beside him and offered the champagne and they shared it a while in silence. The bivnik clock chimed in the distance. The man said, “The end is coming, you know.” “I know,” Leo said. “Everything will have been for nothing.” “I know.” “Do I recognise you?” “No.” They finished the bottle and Leo went to the 28-hour shop and brought back a pack of beer and they finished that too. A party spilled out of the bar opposite, laughing and kissing. The man threw up in the road and wiped his mouth. He said, “How do they carry on? Don’t they know it’s for nothing?” “They know,” Leo said. “You look familiar.” “I’m not. Do you have a family?” “Sure.” “You should see them more. Bodhi could spring a surprise attack anytime.” “Doesn’t matter anyhow,” the man said. “No, it doesn’t.”

This is the guy who lets you exit the sim

Come back, he said to his childhood self. Where are you? Did I kill you? I still feel you near sometimes, or catch you falling out of me. I still like dessert.

Muad Dib

The designer laughed.

Around here is whre bivnik started to feel more frequent

Miss Kuneva,

If exurb1a starts tone changing this to lolita.... thank god he didnt

He had the terrible sense that if a system of describing the world such as mathematics became sufficiently powerful, the mathematicians themselves would grow convinced there was nothing beyond its scope—not unlike a blind man discounting yellow because he could neither touch nor smell it.

Nice!

Why can’t I choose to stop feeling like this? I can choose to move an arm or a leg. Why don’t I have any control over the mechanisms of my mind? I have done something horrific to innocent people and there isn’t another soul in the universe who could possibly understand the weight of this thing. Or, there is one, but I should not like to meet her again, ever.

Is there a more opulent society imaginable than one that builds spaceships while its population starves?

Our priorities

Then all of it paying off—suddenly you glimpse a perfect promise of wisdom on that beach, something to give all the misery meaning: a message in a bottle; a message in a bottle just waiting there for you in the sand, just waiting there to explain everything, to reward you for all your misery and searching, the Truth Behind It All. And you open that bottle with such glee, your fingers shaking so violently in anticipation you can hardly pull the paper from the bottle—knowing that the broken and lonely days are over, the promise that all this torment and wandering was but the prelude to real existence, to your real life of goodness and belonging and certainty in all things. And your eyes race across the paper to find the paper is blank. And the other side is blank. And you put the paper back inside the bottle and reseal it with the cork. And you throw the bottle back into the sea. And you do not look for messages in bottles again.

Life is like a box of chocolates. Cheap, thoughtless profunctionary gift that nobody ever asked for

Many will claim they are wise. Do not believe them; the wise are quiet. Many will claim they know nothing. Do not believe them; how could they know that? If you must seek the advice of anyone, make it the drunk. He knows the game means nothing and wins it by not playing.

AN interesting game.

Power is fine. Restraint is better. Technology saves some. Compassion saves all.”

Clap

“The era of false gods is over. Nothing is sacred and everything is possible.”

No, Hisarya realised. All of them were barren wastelands. Hisarya said, Is this real or a hallucination? The entity said, A question one should ask daily.

Yep