The Never-Ending Storm

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In sun, sadness-sorrow-sight unseen,

every ill-little-more-than-lark to-thee,

but ponder-yet-punchline sown-to-seem,

ere-eternity-entered-except thee as me.

Soul-soothing-salve grant-gods-to-grieve,

but-barely-blink and gone-for-good are we.

So-stop-shitting the fucking bed, oh please.

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– achrilock

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You know, it wasn’t climate change that wiped out the humans, nor capitalism, nor war. It wasn’t a pandemic or an alien invasion or a supervolcano. It wasn’t evil masterminds or some insidious moral or economic decay. It was the ‘basic bitch.’ It was the go-along-to-get-along fool. It was the sycophant and the petty deity holding the leash and held by it. It was the mind filled with trivia and the soul filled with nothing at all. It was a few billion copies of a subjective cognitive model that mistook luck for excellence and deviation for failure. Humanity died on the mountaintop of the average, at the peak of that great bell curve. But, they died together, surrounded by mutual admirers. And, in the end, that’s what matters most, to humans. Being admired.

https://achrilock.com/2021/10/11/12865/

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I am old, and worn, by the weather of these years. But the reparation due me in all of this is that I shall likely be allowed to die before things get interesting. The ‘strong’ ‘survivors’ will live long, excruciating lives, perhaps sucking dick for water in the desert of their own hubris.

https://achrilock.com/2021/10/10/12827/

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So, the next time you little motherfuckers come around with the net vague game, I want you to remember this: if you want information, all you have to do is ask for it. I am capable of forgiveness but I do not forget. I will give it to you. All you have to do is ask. I will not lie to you.

https://achrilock.com/2021/10/05/12750/

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You know, I’ve read / watched a lot of science fiction.  A lot of that has been within the apocalyptic sub-genre (I’m a sunshine and rainbows kind of person, you know?).  There’s always the question of, like, how close it comes to the future we’ll see on this Earth, in this timeline.  I’ve thought about this a lot lately, more so than usual (because anybody who’s paying attention knows that the world they’ve spent two-hundred years building is collapsing in on itself around us and likely to crush any Star Trek timeline beneath its weight).  I think William Gibson’s Jackpot trilogy probably comes pretty close.  Without giving away too much, it’s a tale of the dark inevitability that many people have felt since the turn of the century.  A kind of ‘anti-singularity’ in which the social and financial and technological and environmental blind spots of humanity culminate in a time of collective consequences (that ripple outward through history…), a sort of anthropological ‘market correction.’  I don’t think it’s explicitly stated so much as artfully shown, but this is exacerbated by the fact that what systems are in place in the story are built, either directly or indirectly, to facilitate the downward slide toward civilization’s ultimate disaster and to disempower anyone trying to prevent it.  And it’s not some immense, evil plot that’s to blame.  It’s just people.  Small, narrow-minded, selfish, shortsighted little people being shitty.  That feels super real to me.  Fantastic series.  Really looking forward to the third book. ☺

https://achrilock.com/2021/10/01/12669/

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I think the project of all authoritarian civilization is the annihilation of intuition, in plants, in animals, and in people. It’s a project of destruction of the concepts of genuine change and growth and knowledge built upon direct perceptions or experiences. I don’t see this as a positive thing.

https://achrilock.com/2021/09/26/12577/