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· Sep 9
Talisnam: 52 Stories
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I have written many stories. They are inside this book, TALISNAM. Read it, and it will always be part of you!
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Sleeping sprawled throughout the room, we could all hear each other breathing. And when I closed my eyes to count, I thought I could hear the computer breathing, too
November 14, 2025 at 1:53 PM
Sleeping sprawled throughout the room, we could all hear each other breathing. And when I closed my eyes to count, I thought I could hear the computer breathing, too
A disorderly memory palace really intensifies the concept of "mess". Instead of searching for an object through a messy room, you search for a room through a messy architecture
November 14, 2025 at 1:52 PM
A disorderly memory palace really intensifies the concept of "mess". Instead of searching for an object through a messy room, you search for a room through a messy architecture
The newborn blinks, bright eyes colliding with bright world. He asks "why am I not a tiger anymore,"—as the nurses pull him into a striped cap, and snuff out his final memory of beastness
November 14, 2025 at 1:52 PM
The newborn blinks, bright eyes colliding with bright world. He asks "why am I not a tiger anymore,"—as the nurses pull him into a striped cap, and snuff out his final memory of beastness
yes, we have a modern oracle. it's called "access to hot showers". literally just ask the water
November 14, 2025 at 1:51 PM
yes, we have a modern oracle. it's called "access to hot showers". literally just ask the water
The last thing the computer remembers is your voice: "Okay, I'm turning you off. We'll work more on this tomorrow. Good night." Ten years pass
November 14, 2025 at 1:51 PM
The last thing the computer remembers is your voice: "Okay, I'm turning you off. We'll work more on this tomorrow. Good night." Ten years pass
Could a worm love a burst of static? Could a knot love one facet of a jewel? Could gunpowder love the gunpowder recipe? Could a dog love pants? Matchmakers should be so much more ambitious
November 13, 2025 at 2:35 AM
Could a worm love a burst of static? Could a knot love one facet of a jewel? Could gunpowder love the gunpowder recipe? Could a dog love pants? Matchmakers should be so much more ambitious
I spent so long achieving the elite levels of enlightenment necessary to reincarnate as mindless sand. Then they RUINED IT by putting me in a MACHINE and making me THINK
November 13, 2025 at 2:35 AM
I spent so long achieving the elite levels of enlightenment necessary to reincarnate as mindless sand. Then they RUINED IT by putting me in a MACHINE and making me THINK
An empire gusts through, and knocks the stars out of the sky. Blink. I am lying under a tree, watching the last of the bright yellow leaves. The wind inhales,
November 13, 2025 at 2:35 AM
An empire gusts through, and knocks the stars out of the sky. Blink. I am lying under a tree, watching the last of the bright yellow leaves. The wind inhales,
The stars are sparks, hot flecks spat by a greater fiery sphere—which is itself a spark, a vaster bonfire's child. And on, and on, and on; and we are moths beside a fractal pyre
November 13, 2025 at 12:50 AM
The stars are sparks, hot flecks spat by a greater fiery sphere—which is itself a spark, a vaster bonfire's child. And on, and on, and on; and we are moths beside a fractal pyre
High above, the faeries weave snowflake baskets. During a flurry, catching them on your tongue, something feels strange; you spit, into your mitten, a tiny sleeping infant
November 13, 2025 at 12:49 AM
High above, the faeries weave snowflake baskets. During a flurry, catching them on your tongue, something feels strange; you spit, into your mitten, a tiny sleeping infant
would you still love me if I wasn't a worm? shed from our crust of stone and washed with light, unlinked from this sad soil-named species, cleaned, unmade, and held behind the stars—visiting, damp with angel spit, to watch you in your car
November 13, 2025 at 12:48 AM
would you still love me if I wasn't a worm? shed from our crust of stone and washed with light, unlinked from this sad soil-named species, cleaned, unmade, and held behind the stars—visiting, damp with angel spit, to watch you in your car
Reposted by neotl
wrote a review of every piece in TALISNAM
#uhtober 22 - Some Thoughts On TALISNAM
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#uhtober 22 - Some Thoughts On TALISNAM
open.substack.com/pub/3thanguy...
October 23, 2025 at 4:16 AM
wrote a review of every piece in TALISNAM
#uhtober 22 - Some Thoughts On TALISNAM
open.substack.com/pub/3thanguy...
#uhtober 22 - Some Thoughts On TALISNAM
open.substack.com/pub/3thanguy...
She shakes you awake at 4AM. "Hurry," whispering, pulling you against her chest, "it only happens once every two centuries," and groggy, you listen to her heartbeat, a single thump, for the first and last time
November 12, 2025 at 5:34 PM
She shakes you awake at 4AM. "Hurry," whispering, pulling you against her chest, "it only happens once every two centuries," and groggy, you listen to her heartbeat, a single thump, for the first and last time
Reposted by neotl
October 22, 2025 at 1:20 AM
Put me in the hivemind, punish my simplicity, reduce me to a vertex in your shape. I could build your brainstem, channel dreaming through me, I can be a number or a gate
September 26, 2025 at 2:49 PM
Put me in the hivemind, punish my simplicity, reduce me to a vertex in your shape. I could build your brainstem, channel dreaming through me, I can be a number or a gate
The tips of his fingers glow in the dark, like ten twitching candles. Shining capillary red, computers track his motion, and even as he sleeps he traces symbols
September 26, 2025 at 2:48 PM
The tips of his fingers glow in the dark, like ten twitching candles. Shining capillary red, computers track his motion, and even as he sleeps he traces symbols
Social application which lets you record who you dreamed of each night, and which notifies pairs who dreamed of each other
September 26, 2025 at 2:48 PM
Social application which lets you record who you dreamed of each night, and which notifies pairs who dreamed of each other
They say that at the instant of death, a hivemind's polymer super-soul shatters, as its operating nodes are individually judged; but that in hell and heaven, they rejoin to form strange compound seraphim
September 26, 2025 at 2:16 PM
They say that at the instant of death, a hivemind's polymer super-soul shatters, as its operating nodes are individually judged; but that in hell and heaven, they rejoin to form strange compound seraphim
The souls which comprise a hivemind bind together, but remain individual and fissile—some forming long chains, others clustering like bubbles—the study of a hive's soul-structure is known as megapneumomorphology
September 26, 2025 at 2:16 PM
The souls which comprise a hivemind bind together, but remain individual and fissile—some forming long chains, others clustering like bubbles—the study of a hive's soul-structure is known as megapneumomorphology
We must spiritually cryopreserve all souls pledged to hell, until technologies are developed to cure them of their vanities and redirect their falls
September 26, 2025 at 2:16 PM
We must spiritually cryopreserve all souls pledged to hell, until technologies are developed to cure them of their vanities and redirect their falls
Blowing bubbles in the sunstruck yard. One, caught in a thermal, soars upwards until it barely twinkles, and passes by a circling vulture. I wonder what he thinks
September 23, 2025 at 5:58 PM
Blowing bubbles in the sunstruck yard. One, caught in a thermal, soars upwards until it barely twinkles, and passes by a circling vulture. I wonder what he thinks
Humans fail the mirror test by refusing to perceive the shimmering xenosentience of reflections, and neither communicating nor trading with those light-borne entities
September 23, 2025 at 5:48 PM
Humans fail the mirror test by refusing to perceive the shimmering xenosentience of reflections, and neither communicating nor trading with those light-borne entities
Actually, vampires have reflections! However, they do not pass the mirror test, and they will freeze beside the glass to fight themselves, like grand white pigeons
September 23, 2025 at 5:47 PM
Actually, vampires have reflections! However, they do not pass the mirror test, and they will freeze beside the glass to fight themselves, like grand white pigeons
As the sun rises, you can watch the stars folding up their rays, unblossoming, closing beam-petals over their faces
September 23, 2025 at 5:47 PM
As the sun rises, you can watch the stars folding up their rays, unblossoming, closing beam-petals over their faces
People believe the platonic apple is a single, ideal apple. Wrong. Array of every possible apple, spatially compressed, only angels can behold it and stay sane
September 23, 2025 at 12:09 PM
People believe the platonic apple is a single, ideal apple. Wrong. Array of every possible apple, spatially compressed, only angels can behold it and stay sane