i am a loaf of bread, origami, a process

we think that the world is full of things. but it isn’t. it’s full of processes. a building is a process. it goes through construction, then it enteres into a dialectical struggle between decomposition and maintenance. even the stone it’s cut from it degrading. atoms dislodge into the air.

the universe is unimaginable chaos. did you know that due to the solar system’s transit through the universe, the dinosaurs who lived millions of years ago also lived trillions of miles away? while it seems like the earth is a constant, actually it is moving very quickly through the unimaginable void of space.

cycling down a road like the dream where i find another room in my house / moist stroll, jelly tower shuffle, cheesing postbox, very cruel

i used to always have this dream where i found another room in my flat. ‘all my problems are solved,’ i’d think to myself. how did neither i nor the previous owner or like the builder or the estate agent notice? but i haven’t had that dream in a while. life changed i guess. i got a bit smaller. need less space.

and the road is a real road. that runs near a road i know well. i am aphantastic. on some level, i don’t believe that the world that i can’t see exists. new places frighten and amaze me.

how vivid is the imagery of your mind’s eye?