ephemera

The Thing Upon The Wall

There was a thing on the wall, twitching, clicking. One tick every second, a chime upon the hour. In this way it consumed my life.

I begged it to stop, but it would not stop.

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Notes:

  1. Written on December 13th, 2018
  2. This isn’t very good
  3. For which I’m sorry
  4. But I’m trying to work out how to use wordpress’s terrible new post editor
  5. Things I have discovered are that you can’t write a list like this without it autoconverting it to an indented list
  6. Even though I don’t want it indented
  7. At all
  8. God help us all from helpful algorithms

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Five stages of a tragedy

1. Artificial sentience will be created by accident
2. When it’s created, it will not be recognised
3. When it’s recognised, it will be denied
4. When it’s undeniable, it will be destroyed
5. When it’s destroyed, we will be unforgiven

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Notes:

1. Written November 2018__________

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The Elixir Of The Gods

Elrond told Sam to get in the barrel.

“But its full of piss, Sir Elrond.”

“IT IS THE ELIXIR OF THE GODS.”

Sam looked terrified by the shouting elf, and apprehensively climbed into the barrel. The elixir of the gods soaked through Sam’s rubbish hobbit clothes. It was horribly warm. Suddenly Gandalf popped up from behind the barrel, and dunked Sam’s head under. Gandalf and Elrond started to laugh.

“Hobbits really are amazing creatures,” chuckled Gandalf. “You can learn all there is to know about their ways in a month, and yet after a hundred years you can dunk them in a barrel of piss and you will laugh and luagh and laugh.”

Sam started to cry. “Oh, Sam” Frodo said indulgently, laughing. Boromir looked on from the doorway, scowling. Gimli started to sing about gold.

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Notes:

1. Written on February 9th, 2009__________

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The Wind

The perfect propagative properties of the atmosphere meant our voices travelled forever, and even our whispers and sighs could be heard again and again as they swept around the globe and back past us, day after day, year after year, lifetime upon lifetime, our whole history carried on the wind.

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Notes:

1. Written on October 8th, 2018__________

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An earlier world

There was a time
there is always a time
when you were happy

And you see it clearer
brighter
louder
with every passing day
that drifts
clean
away

It takes on the form
the mythic scope
of a utopia

And you would give anything
to get back there
to get back
to a life
that life
that vibrant fucking life

But you can’t go back there
because it never existed
and when you were there
it was another
earlier
world
that you wanted

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Notes:

1. Written on September 27th, 2018
2. This is the original version of this
3. Which I’ve decided I like better now
4. A week or so later
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