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love in the devonian

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This is new.

They are new to the sun and the air.

We circle them, with their curious green... what are they, dear?

Thank you. Their stems, green, but for what purpose we cannot tell, until...

You seek a closer look, twining twisting closer to — into us

We did not realize we were so close — here, phosphorus, nitrogen, water, as penance.

They know this soil but are yet unable to feed themselves on more than rocks.

But felt.

Is this what we were missing? More than the sudden breeze sends shudders through us, through the you that are becoming us. We are... alive. This water, this new visitor...

Is this what we were missing? Many become two become one, your green to the light, and we within, throughout, unseen.

But felt.

We nourish each other.

Something has changed.

What are these? Why, they reach and grasp as we do.

Our ancestors' ancestors could never have dreamed of what we have done. Of how we have worked so hard to make life easier for us both. Beloved, look. Look what I have made.

We think to call them "roots." With these, we can help you scout the soil for water, for nutrients. We can be together below as above.

A pocket of phosphorus for our love. We burrow and break, rend molecules with the hunger of many, of the thousands of us conveying these nutrients to our green-stemmed lover.

Stems, beloved.

You have cared for us as well, beloved. Without you we would wither, as would you without us. We can care even more perfectly with these. You could even live along these "roots" and help us more. We can take in even more of the earth's offerings, perform more miracles. Make more descendants with more roots that are better than we could ever imagine. Let us try.

We- You... 500 million years, our ancestors have always made good without roots. Have you not cared for us perfectly well? With your deep green stems, you perform sweet miracles with the sun's blessing. You have made many children.

We are in love.

My dear, this root tip is in a bare area, wouldn't you say? Perhaps a bit more carbon for this batch of nitrogen?

That's odd, tell me again about that nest of squirrels whose chatter you love so much?

You drive a hard bargain. Carbon doesn't come cheap, you know! It isn't in the air we breathe!

Ohoho, you remember, do you?

We remember you said their breath was "a breath of fresh carbon dioxide."

Yes, we are familiar through many others such as you. Why?

Ahaha, so we did! Oh, excuse us, love, we never seem to tire of this little game. Here is your carbon.

You know that other strain, that strings along the forest's sunny side?

Neither do we. Thank you.

They told me the orchids are coming up, down at the edge.

Ah, more young ones to eat it all up?

Come, now, don't be that way. When they're older, they can share with their neighbors.

This is true. And I'll be glad to help them along. If this fall is as wet as the last, we should have many new additions to the network, as well.

Indeed... Say.


Do you ever wonder what it was like, in the beginning? Before forests. Before... roots?

Do you suppose there ever was a time before roots?

I do suppose. There must have been a time before bark, before leaves, before roots... Perhaps even before stems.

Mm... It was probably a barren time. A harsh time.

But a beautiful time, as well, don't you think?

How do you figure?

It would have been us. Just us against a barren, harsh time, as you say.

Mhmhm... Yes. I suppose it would have been beautiful. Just us, digging through rock and loam for something to sustain us.

Fewer neighbors to worry about, no news. You, us, the sun and earth.

But we still have each other, and the sun, and the earth. And the neighbors and the news. We have more blessings all the time.

You know, for a haggling rascal, you're rather sappy.

Well, you spend enough time with someone...


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Hello! In lieu of a commenting system at present, I would like to respond to a couple of posts I've seen recently!

Favorite Artists by ˚✧ cyuucat

I loved this!! The Finch pixel art is amazing. Here are a few of my favorites!

Untitled by 1041uuu

“The Moment” by Joshua Mays

That book looks great! I remember liking The Martian (though I preferred the movie because they made Mark more bearable hehe), so I have a feeling I'll like this one. Somehow it gives me Annihilation vibes?

Speaking of books, I recently started perusing House of Leaves again for reasons unknown... I have been listening to I Am In Eskew and getting really into the idea of hostile/uncanny architecture again! And of course Danielewski knocks it out of the park. Here's to new revelations!


I love love LOVE all that you post and I hope to see so much more amazing creativity! Every time I open Multiverse I'm delighted to see what's new and how people are expressing themselves through this beautiful tool. Thank you so much @kicks and @glitchyowl for creating this, and to everyone for making it such a warm and welcoming space! (ノ◕ヮ◕)ノ*:・゚✧


proof that the universe loves you

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╖My intuition said, "of course, of course," while my heart did not dare to believe such a thing.

I had to test it for myself.

Are cups and bowls not meant for holding?

Why, then, was I scolded into writing in neat, straight lines?

I was, perhaps, thirteen when I first learned of


The universe itself defies order?

in my favorite I SPY books, I searched for a sign of this randomness, of a descent into chaos on the still page

but all I saw was meticulously ordered disorder. a pale imitation of the real thing.

I imagined kicking everything away like an angry giantess, to show them what a real mess is

i saw



only to smash them and watch their twin parents Time and Energy react with gravity to tear them apart

i feverishly assembled legos into haphazard vehicles, sculptures, people

the universe is on my side, with its spilt milk and jpeg artifacts and messy slurped-up ramen and boiled-over pasta water and air bubbles in yeasty bread and spray of freckles on my best friend's face

i plucked a rock from the bank

it was striated with a million billion years of older rock squashed together that had probably been tired of rolling and tumbling long before anybody was around to think about how it felt

and chucked it in

at last, quiet, pensive, reverent, i wandered to a stream behind my house



a non-issue

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ambiguity is essential. nothing is as it appears, as the buddha says.

and yet i often feel confused by ambiguity within myself. not that that's an uncommon or uncommonly horrific problem to have.

am i meant to stoop to the blueberry bush and come up, lips drawn wide in a purple grin?

do i smell of fresh turned dirt and laundry hung out to dry?

do shadows grow long about me as i swing my basket of foraged mushrooms and dandelion greens with each step home?

or am i blazing down a highway blasting plastic love

my heart and home full of decades past, at once altars to nostalgia and hexes on the money that drove it

an empty critique of the city i'm racing to meet, to tear down with my bare hands in the strobing lights

chest emblazoned with some semi-ironic name brand symbol

do i fling myself at the electric savior they forced down our throats and used to poison the land that sustained us?

am i delicate, made of light and beige linens fluttering in a morning breeze?

is clover woven through my hair, woven around itself to adorn my wrist for an afternoon?

are my dreams full of neon and cyberdecks and wires running from monitor to keyboard to wrist, appropriated as another component of the world's bloodiest multiplexer?

life support:

Zen Master Unmon said:

“The world is vast and wide. Why do you put on your robes at the sound of a bell?”

systems that use [medical] technology to aid, support, or replace a vital function of the body that has been seriously damaged.

the girls from ipanema

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a dream

from ash tree lane

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you know how physics breaks at night.

Regardless of this dreamworld's disregard for the right hand rule, I needed to get to my room.

or maybe i was dangling from the floor.

˙ƃuᴉlᴉǝɔ ǝɥʇ uo sɐʍ ɯooɹ ʎɯ oʇ ɹoop ǝɥ┴

˙ƃuᴉlᴉǝɔ ǝɥʇ oʇ pǝʇooɹ ɟlǝsʎɯ punoɟ ᴉ ʍou

I crossed the hall and to the door, which was not to my room at all.

I dreamt I was in a circular hallway.

which i now realized was across the hall.

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Very excited to be here w/ all of you~

if you're on neocities i'm also active there as ocean-waves (recently became ocean-waves.xyz yay!)

i just realized this background looks

a bit like animal crossing grass.

love that.

one day I will write recipes here! i think that could be a very cute and cool use of this space <3

one day I will write recipes here! i think that could be a very cute and cool use of this space <3