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FFM 3 - a face suddenly numinousShe glows. Something about her touches me, not just lust, but a deep attraction.FFM 3 - a face suddenly numinous by Vocable
Approaching me, and then passing me by on the sidewalk. Her body luminous, her face brilliant. She is a candle flame, a lit torch in a forest of blurring faces.
And then she is gone, lost in the crowd. I think about catching up to her but I do not know what to do when I find her.
I hesitate and then it is too late. I will never see her again.
FFM 2 - Dead EscapementThe Watchmaker was a wisp of a man, pale and frail. His fingers were slender, used to working on the precise mechanisms of his work, and he moved unnaturally, as if to a rhythm only he knew of.FFM 2 - Dead Escapement by Vocable
He spoke with timed pauses between his words. "You... will not... be able... to... leave... until... the proper time. "
Having strained myself forward to hear him over the sounds of the clocktower, I lean back to nod in response. "I understand."
The Watchmaker shook his head, the movement timed precisely like a pendulum. "No, you... do not. Not... yet."
He looked at me, closed his eyes, and then went still. He was always in some form of movement, always to some rhythm I could not understand, and now his stationary form seemed strange to me. As if the body in front of me was not a man but some sort of uncanny statue.
I could hear the ticking of the clocktower. Several ticking sounds, all overlayed on top of each other, all to their own beat. It was irregular, always irregular, and somehow they al
FFM 1 - Black MirrorWe are screened. By television screens. By computer screens. By phones and photographs and profiles.FFM 1 - Black Mirror by Vocable
How much of our life goes to watching the screen, living vicariously through it?
We are fed: news feeds and updates and a sea of signs all clamoring for attention. We are a target audience. We are encouraged not to look away.
Why would you want to look away? It's good entertainment. Better business.
We are shot by cameras, more real in image than life. We are followed. We are always seen. We are tracked, devices everywhere. In private, in public, in every pocket.
Our every action logged, our every post tagged. Our daily lives under a constant invisible gaze.
We are observed. We are surveilled.
We live in public.
Privacy is a passive choice. The only choice is not to engage. If you don't say anything, there isn't anything to hear. If you don't do anything, there isn't anything there to see.
We watch and are watched. Turn off the laptop. See your reflection in the black mirror.
Nietzsche Contemplates the Meaning of ChristmasNietzsche eyed the gaudy Christmas decorations. The pressure of providing all the people he knew with gifts weighed heavily and he once more wondered what the point of it all was.Nietzsche Contemplates the Meaning of Christmas by Vocable
Around him were people like him, shopping for Christmas gifts to show the people they knew they cared about them. But unlike him, they were constantly in motion, shoving against each other, searching and purchasing. The shopping mall was filled and Nietzsche felt he was the only one not caught in the fervor of Christmas.
He stepped outside to the parking lot to properly monologue.
"What is the point?" Nietzsche wondered to himself out loud. "What is the meaning of all this? Surely, Christmas is more than about its presents?"
"You're right," a voice behind Nietzsche said.
Nietzsche whirled around in surprise. "Jesus Christ!"
"That's right," Jesus Christ said, wearing a resplendent white robe. "Christmas is more than presents. Look at the word 'Christmas'. It has 'Christ' in it. Christmas is about me."
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