Cat in chair.
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Existence
Existence
Anonymous asked: Have a dream school?
Sort of. I like MCLA, but there’s no school that struck me as particularly amazing. I’ve been told that the experience is more about me than the location.
Anonymous asked: are you in college?
Nope, right now I’m a senior in high school. Next year, hopefully.
Reorganizing an extremely large record collection alphabetically. Now, do I file Elton John under E or J?
I’m making a new blog. Message me if you want the URL and I will probably give it to you. I’ll probably still answer questions on here. It’s been fun. Bye.
Grey/Gray
I am enjoying the fuck out of this wikipedia page.
[untitled story] the doctor says I should completely cut Palahniuk out of my diet
Just holding the handle, that’s neither a beginning nor an ending. But when I scrape the blade along the cement block wall, tiny pieces of stainless steel come off and hang in the air, and that creates this wave of changing air pressure, and you could call it a sound.
Now the sound wave is hitting your eardrum, going through into your auditory ossicles; those three little bones called the hammer and the anvil and the stirrup. The scientific names are Latin, you know that, but I like to imagine the metal and wood and leather floating around in our heads, pounding waves into the cochlea.
You remember how mad you got on our third date, when I called it a simple spiral? You said the cochlea was imperfect, it wasn’t exactly a spiral, not a hyperbolic curve but closer to an oval lituus, and then I said I loved you.
I thought those words were just that, words, things that can be manipulated and taken back and forgotten and remembered, but now I realize that they were changes in air pressure. We change the world around us when we speak, and realizing this, we should think a little more before opening our mouths.
And that cute, nearly imperceptible cringe just now, that’s the steel-on-rock vibration turning into nerve impulses and hitting your brain. It’s a startle response from a specific type of unpleasant noise. You remember why that is? Irregular repetition in the 8-13 kHz range of sounds. That’s fingernails on a chalkboard. That’s the knife sliding off the concrete, leaving behind tangible silence. That’s the brief moment when your ears have to adjust from steady input to a lack of any input.
In other words, sound to silence.
In other words, something to nothing.
It’s uncomfortable, right?
But I’m wasting time. These are things we heard, things we read about, but things we could never see first-hand. Now, if you’ll let me, I can make those anatomy classes real. You said you wanted to take some time off, concentrate on your modeling career, right? Let me disassemble you. I promise I’ll let you watch for as long as you can.
