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There is no I.
am i the central nervous system? the brain, the skin, the eye? the microbiome in my gut, or stardust in the sky?
the soul (what soul?), the heart, the breath, the hormones in my blood? the shadows splashed on Plato's wall, the people that I love?
the clothes on my back, the name on ID, the carbon in my bones? the air i breathe unconsciously, the place that i call home?
or am i just the nowhere man, the woman so alone? i am the dreamer of the dream, the - I - in i don't know
alexander heir
"One might take the tip of the pencil and magnify it. One reaches the point where a stunning realization strikes home: The pencil tip is not solid; it is composed of atoms which whirl and revolve like a trillion demon planets. What seems solid to us is actually only a loose net held together by gravity. Viewed at their actual size, the distances between these atoms might become league, gulfs, aeons. The atoms themselves are composed of nuclei and revolving protons and electrons. One may step down further to subatomic particles. And then to what? Tachyons? Nothing? Of course not. Everything in the universe denies nothing; to suggest an ending is the one absurdity."
- Stephen King, The Gunslinger
Someday will be better
One day you wake up and you live alone, even with two flatmates, and you buy your own groceries, when you can afford it, and you go to class and work and sometimes the gym. And you go to the doctor, and the dentist, and your therapist and your friend’s house, and you take the medicine that keeps you from killing yourself, and you get out in the sunshine and eat food that fills you and make barely enough money to stay alive anyway, and someday will be better, you know that, but someday isn’t today, and today your jaw is clenched and your thoughts are shrieks that hate your friends and someday will be better, but right now it’s all you can do to make ramen so you don’t have to use a knife because someday will be better and you better be around to see it, and your clenched jaw turns to gritted teeth and you can’t bring yourself to shower but damnit, you brush your teeth and think that someday will be better, and your gums bleed when you floss and you want to scream but you’ve been stopped up like a forgotten bottle of wine and you’re not sure you know how to anymore, and now you’ve been staring at your bleeding gums and the void in your gut aches and you --
collapse in bed.
You remember how to breathe.
Your heart is here. Your lungs are here. There is quiet between your thoughts.
You are here.
And someday will be better.
My shrine to Memento Mori by rococobean
Santa Muerte, Our Lady of Holy Death
Content warning for blood and religious imagery!
Happy Halloween!! This piece was a Halloween "Secret Santa" for Eden featuring his brown long-eared bat / golden-crowned flying fox hybrid!! Had so much fun with this character; bat gang rise up (and then down, and then back up). I was getting a bit too close to the deadline near the end and so had to swallow my pride and face the fact that the wooden frame was just not gonna happen, lol. It's a royalty-free image from Pexels, one of my favorite sites ever tbh : D The meaning behind this piece is up for interpretation. I'm a big fan of taxidermy, I was inspired by my own framed bats to spin a respectful (and in my opinion beautiful) art-form into something macabre. The pose of Jesus on the cross was something implemented partially for the irony of it as this character lives and works in Hell. Perhaps one could take this piece as punishing the damned in a horrific way that's still deemed moral and wholesome, or maybe it could be commentary on how torture and violence is so readily displayed through religious imagery. Would love to hear what you think!
