BLOG 11/22/2025:PROJECT UPDATE:
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BLOG 11/19/2025:AERIAL AVIATORS:
I saw a bird today. It looked like a hawk. I think there were two hawks. I've never seen a baby pigeon before.
BLOG 11/10/2025:FINGERS:
A fight broke out in the cafeteria today.
There aren't any assigned seats at lunch, but some people make claims to tables by sitting there regularly.
Some people mainatined claims to tables with a group. Someone would toss a backpack into a chair somewhere
and everyone would go to get lunch and if you knew someone who did that you'd just have to look for that guy
in the sea of faces cause he just made that table for you. The power of a group. I didn't really get that, so
I just prayed there would be a table for me and have kept the same one by habit for a while.
Within the past few days my usual table has been taken by someone new. One guy one day, another guy the next day.
So I've been sitting complacently at any seat I could get that was within decent vicinity of where I used to sit.
But one guy, who had been sitting with this group of white girls at a certain table, didn't want to give up his
seat, so in the messy automatic reassignment of all the tables he somehow ended up being surrounded by one of the
black girl groups who wanted that same table. Maybe because he was late to take it, or because it was mostly
empty. So they were all sitting down together.
It started with them raising their voices. Whatever they were talking about, it started with their voices
sounding just a little louder than all the others. At first it was for an instant or two that they sounded
just a little louder, and at each note aimed a little too high a head or two would turn in curiosity to see
what rose above their usual noise. But then the voices rose and stayed risen. Their yelling became regular,
and as more people turned around to see, this time their heads were held in the direction of the table.
This was when they should've left. It was really stupid that they didn't move. If it were me, I would've
taken a moment to agree to move, if I could help it. I couldn't hear what they were saying. I don't think
they adressed it. But something in them knew something was wrong.
The girls started by going at eachother, then turned their attention to the boy at their table. At this
point most of the cafeteria had abandoned their group conversations and were looking at them, suddenly
silent at each new high, each chin holding them to a stage, every eye pinning the newly found animals to
a crucifix, alert and suddenly separate from the background noise they created before in anticipation
of this sudden circus. They weren't quite piranhas. The barking got louder.
A girl from the table behind the yelling butted in in defense of the boy. The other girls started yelling
at her instead. She yelled back. The fight turned to her. The rest of the room was silent still.
The room seemed to merge at some point into a collective entity, all facing the circus. The animals
squirmed more and more under the stress, their unbeknownst position in the beast silently stripped from
them in a sense that they could only feel and were helpless to comprehend all at once. The yelling got
louder. It became screaming. It inched forward as a mass.
And then
One girl struck another,
The room leapt forward! The things went screaming at eachother, claws poised and grabbing and ripping at
one another in an instant, and in an instant everything still deemed human in the room merged as something
else entirely. Each finger of the great beast at once cast aside their illusions of solidarity and
came forth as what they were. It enclosed all it's many hands around the display, gawking as the things
rolled on the ground, throwing chairs and food and their last scraps of dignity aside in a show of
violence. It was as if something had replaced the people who were here with something more rawly human.
Some janitors and a cafeteria lady made their ways through the fingers and hands and came out looking
frustrated, and even a little scared, bringing the fighters with them on their way out.
Frazzled, the fingers turned, howling in excited comprehension of the events. It rubbed its hands
with anxious stamina, unsure of the conclusion of events, unsure of where to redirect its new energy,
before the bell rang. And then it remembered that it had many places to be at once and it dispersed
and resumed pretending that it was many different people with many different lives and many things
to do.
I went back to class.
I don't think I was involved. I saw it, but I don't think I was involved. Maybe I just want to
convince myself of how special I am, for not being 'involved'. Maybe I was scared on purpose.
But I return to class and people are talking about the fight. The room is abuzz with gossip all
about the fight at lunch, and how that girl beat the shit out of the other girl. Fights don't
break out at school very often, so everyone was excited. It was a unique spectacle, what with
how peaceful things usually were.
I get out the book I was reading before going to lunch and open to the page I was on, before
realizing that I didn't remember what I was reading about. I realize that I am seated in the
middle of the room.
I look up from my book and realize that there are things that look like people all around me.
They expelled her so they could absorb her.
I look up and realize that I am surrounded.
BLOG 11/10/2025:HORSIE:
I have rendered the horsie 2.0;
<`[==]~
It is facing left instead of right.
Next time I will make it face sideways.
Like sideways things do.
I didn't actually write this on the tenth.
Toodle-loo~!