“All imaginings that materialize into machines or statues, buildings, dollars, paintings or books in paper and ink are graduations from unrealness to realness.” – Charles Fort, The Book of the Damned, 1919 Various electrical doodads played…

“A very interesting and curious phenomenon happened. Our greasy, shiny brains may be of some use after all.” – Charles Fort, The Book of the Damned, 1919 VCV Rack patch with drums added in Reaper.

“We have complained a great deal. At least we are not so dull as to have the delusion that we know just exactly what it is that we are complaining about.” – Charles Fort, The Book of the Damned, 1919 Live drums, real bass, MIDI key loops…

“White coral islands in a dark blue sea. Luminous clouds of hyacinth flakes. Jet-black snow and hailstones flavored like oranges. Pink snow, flakes the size of saucers. “Vast things poised like crows over the moon. Dark shadows crossing…

“These bleats of pedantry should be regarded as respectfully as we regard rag dolls that keep infants occupied and noiseless. “Millions ruled by a small band of esoterics. “The great difficulty that authoritativeness has to contend with is…

I drift through tangled simulated frameworks and kaleidoscopic pixels, the simulation breaking down into a series of patchwork islands on a fractal sea. There is the faintest din of activity from the navigation system, but I'm in no shape to act…

The mindlink to the holographic array is in critical condition. I'm working with an ion refabricator to repair the apparatus, while simultaneously keeping tabs on the Generation Ship itself through a parallel link to the navigation system. Sparks…

The loud din of clarions echoed through the halls of the Generation Ship, which had undertaken significant damage. While I was lost inside the holographic array, the ship had pulled into a stellar active zone. The automated navigation attempted…

The glitching in her simulated reality has catastrophically worsened. I can only watch as the vast skyline surrounding her begins to contort, flickering in and out of existence at a frenetic speed. She attempts to scream for help, but the sounds…

After getting a fix on the simulation of the Hibernator who nearly awoke, all I'm seeing is indecipherable chaos. Within her simulated reality, the world that envelopes her is shattered and volatile, like a perpetual fever dream. If this sample…