From c5de055ea211ec309021b2e482a42ab151ac16bd Mon Sep 17 00:00:00 2001 From: Lethe Beltane Date: Fri, 7 Jun 2024 07:55:37 -0500 Subject: [PATCH] 2024-06-07 --- index.mu | 8 +- ld/directory.mu | 12 +-- poetry/f/from_fiction.txt | 161 ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ poetry/index.mu | 1 + 4 files changed, 173 insertions(+), 9 deletions(-) create mode 100644 poetry/f/from_fiction.txt diff --git a/index.mu b/index.mu index 0a35271..d9286ea 100644 --- a/index.mu +++ b/index.mu @@ -13,9 +13,11 @@ Not 100% of the content is here yet. See https://mayvaneday.org if something is >> Books >>> Poetry -`F908`_`[The Eschaton Eminence`:/file/books/tee.epub]`_`f -`F908`_`[The World Is Not Enough`:/file/books/twine.epub]`_`f -`F908`_`[Three Years In Absentia`:/file/books/tyia.epub]`_`f +`F908`_`[The Eschaton Eminence (2023)`:/file/books/tee.epub]`_`f +`F908`_`[The World Is Not Enough (2023)`:/file/books/twine.epub]`_`f +`F908`_`[Three Years In Absentia (2022)`:/file/books/tyia.epub]`_`f +`F908`_`[Mori's Mirror and The Adoration Corporation (2022)`:/file/books/mm_tac.epub]`_`f + (If the above files fail to save at the very end of the request, your client may be broken! Try my fork below for a fix!) >> Dead End Shrine Online diff --git a/ld/directory.mu b/ld/directory.mu index 6adda41..1294f98 100644 --- a/ld/directory.mu +++ b/ld/directory.mu @@ -3,27 +3,27 @@ >> I run this `F908`_`[MayVaneDay - Perthro`49fc062768ec9ce76bffdc7ff5c97bd6:/page/index.mu]`_`f ->> 2024-W23 +>> 2024-W24 `F908`_`[Node Blue`f899a9d42571b640a399a8c371d2e0e3:/page/index.mu]`_`f `F908`_`[Unsigned`ec58b0e430cd9628907383954feea068:/page/index.mu]`_`f `F908`_`[V0LT Node`e412f02e798e7af751840f26cdac3206:/page/index.mu]`_`f `F908`_`[nomadForum Public Beta`428118bf70e715a89331ea928b250c05:/page/index.mu]`_`f `F908`_`[SparkN0de`b407b32b576d55b31c73380518537ac0:/page/index.mu]`_`f -`F908`_`[SparkN0de-ext1`42464efb1d4fe2615c1016e24c3a7c86:/page/index.mu]`_`f -`F908`_`[SherbyNode`3e05f77a9f0dbfc124f230862153c9f9:/page/index.mu]`_`f `F908`_`[RotatedNode`11796bb40d515104e7e7d9f37757869e:/page/index.mu]`_`f `F908`_`[SwissLibertarian`af959c4c4069fb62b91e9e9ee3451518:/page/index.mu]`_`f `F908`_`[The Outpost`84595b37a4225a27a7b6476099b79b91:/page/index.mu]`_`f `F908`_`[SHTF`74ec9ae6a7492d5fb886c0087635d6e0:/page/index.mu]`_`f `F908`_`[suah`3b5bc6888356193f1ac1bfb716c1beef:/page/index.mu]`_`f `F908`_`[TrollyIsNotDead`9c06ead4028b142186aa74415b3c2928:/page/index.mu]`_`f -`F908`_`[S0LAR|N0DE`24878ea1f8b5b9f89c7a55789d38993b:/page/index.mu]`_`f `F908`_`[Interloper -- intr.cx`850433377b51ce9a9e52d760780baa97:/page/index.mu]`_`f `F908`_`[ReZero_NN`a7b3eed8b84ee72fb7cf36c05787b924:/page/index.mu]`_`f - ->> 2024-W22 `F908`_`[NiceBoatNode`a693d2b5183f4125a934015afe87970c:/page/index.mu]`_`f +>> 2024-W23 +`F908`_`[SparkN0de-ext1`42464efb1d4fe2615c1016e24c3a7c86:/page/index.mu]`_`f +`F908`_`[SherbyNode`3e05f77a9f0dbfc124f230862153c9f9:/page/index.mu]`_`f +`F908`_`[S0LAR|N0DE`24878ea1f8b5b9f89c7a55789d38993b:/page/index.mu]`_`f + >> 2024-W18 `F908`_`[HYPOGEA`81c987e99b3cf649c3957942355085ba:/page/index.mu]`_`f `F908`_`[ATYHnet`f1479204acdc5b34b6ea3f3c122d7b82:/page/index.mu]`_`f diff --git a/poetry/f/from_fiction.txt b/poetry/f/from_fiction.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000..3a4a0b8 --- /dev/null +++ b/poetry/f/from_fiction.txt @@ -0,0 +1,161 @@ +From Fiction +2024-06-04 + +*** + +Fictionkin: the +identity +that you can at least partially +trace your roots, your origin, +to a piece of fiction. +Whether +as a character +or a place or general vibe, +you were born +in foreign clime +(or maybe here but other time) +with story that takes place elsewhere. + +For some, the explanation +of how this came to be +is spiritual: reincarnation, +or a split soul, separating +twins, or some other convoluted +explanation +that I haven't +the words to account for. +For others, the origin +of this phenomenon is +psychological; +the brain +is great +at contorting itself +into maddened shapes +for the sake +of survival, +and sometimes this means +self-convincing +that the person on the screen +or described in novel's prose +is the truest +expression +of the observer that one knows. + +Having known +the mania of both, +I must record the following observations. +Please do not think me +some hateful entity +worth of being +erased from posterity +or harassed into silence: +these are not an outsider's +uninformed jabs meant to hurt; +all that I am about +to recount +is from my own experience. + +One of the biggest signifiers +of if a kin +is legitimate +is the presence of memories +that cannot be explained by prior +knowledge of the source material. +B-plots discarded; other characters +that would have made logical sense +to paper over a plot hole +but were erased, sometimes with remnants +like a stray clip of audio +or a model left untextured; +an explanation of what came before; +knowing what happens after fall the credits. +Secondarily, +even without exact memories, +a sense of familiarity +with the story's setting. +Like how, even though +I moved out of Forever Home +almost a solid decade ago +and of the changes made since I will never know, +when the plot of my dreams call for a dwelling +that floor plan is the first to volunteer. + +There is a man I'll call Anchorite +(although you can most likely guess +his true name if you're reading this +at the end of May's hiatus) +and for a solid two weeks he was *me*, he was *my* life. +I hued my nails, I bought hair dye, +I even tried to exorcise +the belly fat +that sought to pad +my organs from the world outside. +But through all this, though I could point +to a thousand different things +we held in common, what I always lacked +were his memories. + +Can an individual form an identity +when removed from their surroundings +and of their memories made bereft? + +You know, we bonded through a game +that asks that question in great depth, +and the conclusion that I drew +is that, when all traits +have been drained, +all that remains +is the costume. + +All that, after all, I have is +an image frozen, static. +Unless the damned character dies, +I get no closure, +no knowledge +of how +played out +the rest of their life. +Just a snapshot of how they were. + +They stay the same +in narrative loop +allowing me to change. + +I wonder +how others +handle +sequels. +If having remembered, under assumption +that what we held canon +was all we ever would, +the remainder of a life untransmitted. +To chain one's deepest sense of self +to the whims of a corporation. +If the universe is infinite, +I suppose that'd leave room to interpret +canon in a different +way. + +I should know, as Lethe Beltane. + +What I have as Lethe +that I never had as Anchorite +or any other +characters +whose "brainworms" wrapped me tight +is that sense of continuity, +the feeling +that the story +is happening *now* +and not something I need to measure myself against: found +wanting +in every category, +as yet the world's worst cosplay. +There is no "out-of-character": +who I am is me, is her. +No fear of discontinuity. +I am my own future. + +*** + +CC BY-NC-SA 4.0 (c) Vane Vander \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/poetry/index.mu b/poetry/index.mu index 2f3e6b7..4062695 100644 --- a/poetry/index.mu +++ b/poetry/index.mu @@ -60,6 +60,7 @@ `F908`_`[Flickering Out`:/page/poetry/f/flickering.txt]`_`f `F908`_`[forgesitaj memoroj`:/page/poetry/f/forgesitaj-memoroj.txt]`_`f `F908`_`[forgive me, Marcel`:/page/poetry/f/forgive-me-marcel.txt]`_`f +`F908`_`[From Fiction`:/page/poetry/f/from_fiction.txt]`_`f >> G `F908`_`[a garden in the corner of a gym`:/page/poetry/g/garden-gym.txt]`_`f