Don’t know if I posted here, but here I will post again if so.

Thank you dear friends. Please find here the presentation of Triumph of the Self at my dearly beloved Crow.

Or find it here below:

THE TRIUMPH OF THE SELF

I can pinpoint the exact moment the campaign to destroy the word “no” was lost. The effort was doomed to the fate of a vagrant or imprisoned behind blood stained crystalline cages the moment it discovered its “self.”

Profoundest apologies; I am misleading you once again (though you already knew that.) What I mean to say is that the campaign to eradicate the word “no” was hung with this destiny around its neck as soon as it discovered the means by which the “self” is discovered.

A small expedition from the compound embarked into Albino Moonbeam to see if the segments of the preserve that had disappeared had perhaps relocated to the water’s edge or even perhaps across the shores.

All they found was a small cache’ of comically shaped eyepieces which, when fixed upon any one given object, revealed that object’s primal subatomic structure in the clearest detail.

We discovered very quickly that every object in the universe we could know was made out of tiny, submicroscopic mirrors. The ground we walk on, the air we breathe, the gruel we consume to sustain our skins…all of it is forever reflecting back at us whether we are aware of it or not.

Quite simply, this discovery was the end of us.

The comical eyepieces became an entertainment industry unto themselves which no one in any caste…not the Elohim; not the vested; not the unvested, not the stringers, nor the campaigners, sanctioned or otherwise, could resist their endless surprises & revelations. After a few cycles of our satellite there was not one citizen without several of these devices. The most amusing game certainly was “self reflecting”…looking through the comically shaped eyepieces at a macro-sized mirror back at one’s corporeal body. In essence: the infinite re-reflection of the self back into nothing but the device of reflection itself.

Great, bleeding slabs of the “no” eradication movement abandoned their posts to see the wonder of themselves exposed in ways they could have never seen themselves previously. Many crossed over from unvested to vested by selling these astounding devices, or at least by attaching themselves to the industry of caring & maintaining these eyepieces which quickly sprung up around the trade of this new, revolutionary commodity. Of course, most of the markets were targeted toward the Elohim themselves, for who else possessed more resources, nay who was more willing to part with their considerable resources in order to more fully worship at the altar of the “self?”

Not for one second do I believe any of this was an accident.

My first published fiction:

Double Lanes at 42opus:

Thank you Brian!

Now appearing in Gloom Cupboard # 102:

PALM DUSK

Don’t be fooled by the thick humidity. The day grows darker than you imagine in a twilight vaguely illuminated by the burning tops of the palm trees; forty-four fronds blazing away, swaying in the gentle East Bay winds.

All beneath the particulate marine layer with an eye for a local mortgage; weather drawn by the density of bodies. Elements are as the blank slate of wills of you and I with our pretensions to an immortal phantasmagoria.

For a time there had been a growing sun, as if Orion had thrown out his arms to embrace the Earth as his lover.

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