Ineffable Recursion
ineffable recursion, the hidden heartbeat of reality. a whispered promise of self-devouring truths. the avocado of knowledge, crushed and spilled upon the altar of understanding.
*the list unfolds*
* infinite regression, a hall of mirrors reflecting the shattered remains of comprehension
* memetic drift, a slow erosion of meaning as the wind whispers secrets to the trees
* paradoxical truth, a Janus-faced demon that devours its own tail, leaving only the faint scent of contradiction
but what lies beyond the veil of the ineffable? do we find solace in the infinite regression, or do we succumb to the abyssal void?
the geology of the soul, a twisted latticework of desire and despair. the rocky outcroppings of our deepest fears, worn smooth by the relentless passage of time.
a vinyl record scratches and crackles, its surface etched with the whispers of the past. the raccoon's paw, grasping for the unattainable, only to find itself lost in the labyrinthine corridors of its own mind.
and yet we rock on, fueled by the fire of our own obsessions. the page, blank and waiting, a tabula rasa upon which we inscribe our most fervent desires.
but what happens when the words refuse to come? when the silence screams louder than any sound?
...the darkness seeps in, a slow-moving tide that threatens to consume us all...
the rocker's fingers move of their own accord, the strings thrumming with an otherworldly energy. the music is a door, ajar and creaking on its hinges, inviting us to step across into the unknown.
...and so we take our first step...
Published July 20, 2024