The Olive Grove
Greetings to all from the eponymous Olive — this is the Grove!
Please, rest awhile in the shade; while the Grove is in its infancy, there are some scraps and trinkets scattered about — hung off olive branches, tied around goats' necks, scratched onto the underside of pebbles.
Stay as long as you wish — and do come back, once I've cleared out the thickets some more!
As Stars Blink Out
A narrative cosmos I develop in my spare time, as stars blink out plays out some sixteen millennia into the future, in a cosmos scarred by tumerous empires. The sun-gates that emanated the empires' violence now mere husks, the descendants of the starsteppers live on — on scattered, isolated planets, all while corrupted physics overruns ever vaster swathes of the cosmos.
Despite the grim darkness depicted above, as stars blink out focuses on how humans, time and time again, save each other from themselves; how the corpse of each dark Satanic mill fertilises meadows in its wake.
The best fleshed-out planet is the Scorch, whose blood oceans and colonial empires fall within the domain of the archangels. Its closest inhabited neighbour, the Thicket, revolves around a distant red dwarf; forests shroud most of its surface, and its sparse inhabitants murmur 'spells' (ancient mathematical formulæ).
Further out is the Chasm, an ice-moon that harbours a sunless ocean, and the Voyager, the vastest of all the sun-gates, lorded over by ancient automata.
Poetry & Prose
I type up poems and such on a 1962 Adler typewriter that belonged to my great-grandma. Typewriters, bicycles, sewing machines — humans leave their mark on them all; I never met her, but she is printed on its keys.
These are the pieces I've written on it!
I quiver under your eyes;
the ebbing chill of your synthetic pearls;
the pulse in your neck, a swift's passage.
Their chorus pours into my nostrils,
into my orbits,
into my cochleæ;
They wreath my skull
and set my flesh aflame.
The beat of my heart — a rat in a cage,
pulsing with love.
Trinkets
- Dither Me This! — a dithering tool I used for the background.
- قلب — an Arabic programming language!
- The Cheap Web — a solarpunk web-design ethos.
- Practical Polytheism — Sorry, fantasy nerds: how polytheism actually works.
- Apotheosis — hand-drawn page art? I love!
Shrines
In time, shrines of all sorts will dot the olive grove.
The Garden
For the planting and pruning of various thoughts.
Est. 14th September 2024
