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Lunarian, @flowercomputer.com https://urcad.es

A balloon hanging in a tree.
Crayon drawing of a flower
a screenshot of a WIP minimal bluesky client
Laptop sticker decorating the corner of a closed MacBook Air (Midnight colorway): HONK IF YOU LOVE STATE CAPACITY
A map of the world’s oceans and continents, the connected oceans forming the primary mass/focal point, the continents de-emphasized as the setting in which the oceans reside
A mottled light/dark blue tie-dye pattern on cotton fabric
A spherical ceramic vessel covered in bumps, somewhat reminiscent of a smoothed-over pinecone, mottled dark brown and lighter brown.
A screenshot of Apple’s “Compass” app. An LLM response from a relevant conversation: Based on your location in Brooklyn, New York, and the current date and time (November 26, 2024, at 6:00 PM EST), the bright object you’re observing in the southwestern sky is likely Venus. Venus is prominently visible in the evening sky during this period, shining brightly after sunset.  Additionally, Jupiter is also visible in the evening sky, rising in the east and moving across the sky throughout the night. However, given the time and direction you’ve indicated, Venus is the more probable candidate for the bright object you’re seeing.
A fluorescent yellow t-shirt with text on the front: “When all else fails manipulate the data.”
An Incan mask made from a hammer-formed gold sheet
A diagram modeling out the tree-like parent-child relationships between entities across the Sociosphere, Biosphere, and Physiosphere
A messy round table in the center of a messy round room. A grand painting on one of the walls of the room conceptually mirrors the chaos of the table.
Building, Sky
A blurry photo of a helicopter floating above faraway buildings. The westward sky in the photo is a gentle gradient between a soft blue-green-yellow and green-yellow.
I couldn’t see you yet. You were right next to me, so close, eye-atom, unfathomably close, but I couldn’t tell. Pin-prick portal to yourself, you could be seen only through you... So when you appeared, (terrified of losing u that moment) I looked as hard as I could, nailing you with my gaze; arrow, I fell, exhausted in the wound of your being. Coreoplastic magnet, I looked even closer and noticed you weren't you: zooidic kisses sticking flesh to ribcages, and floating in nothing! But you were always more than you: a teardrop that was a rose that was a blade, a body, a city... your reality was ours, mineral, emerald, "diamond- rose-mine." So faithfully I carried you that you didn’t seem like what you were, shrinking always from yourself, burning space-time worm. Eyelet opening into new day, waterfall falling on yourself, smiling-dummy-child-running-fire, shining like a whale turning in an immense ocean of night. And my gaze would go plunging down, drowning in days permeated by your absence. How many days spent thinking you'd gone for good? Gray dragons limbed, withdrawn bodies I'd traced. And then the sound of armor falling from your body. Sleak silver dog-shield that is the weight/parade of everything that isn't you, falling from you: curvature of your zero-face: a wing (your living wing): falling toward orion's fire, sheer pull of the future (you are your own futurity, grace nested in yourself, curled up in your "own foolhardiness").. machine of your dying away, always child of something, child of your own withdrawnness. And how many times I became confused by a new voice that sounded like hail, feculent, meat, gravity, kisses, nothing. "How could I paint you without the colors you'd given me?" I thought. But you were the stuff that all your non-stuff was floating in (the husk I once called u): diagenetic blood mineral running through objects negated with names (u always survive your name). And the silvered afternoons, the light of hands and forehead, your weight …
A photograph of a toy frog atop a pile of recently cleaned baby goods. The foreground of the photo is blurry, the background is in focus.
A photograph of a stump in a tree pit. The stump, otherwise dead-looking, has a crown of green shoots bursting from various spots, suggesting that a tree might grow here once again.
A yellow paper lantern in the shape of a sphere, resting atop an easel. The lantern is decorated with small simple orange flowers.
In the background of the image, a white building atop a crest/hill. In the foreground, a variety of trees/foliage. Scene is somewhere in Australia.
A mobile device image selection interface presented as a 4-column grid of images
A screenshot of a close up photograph of a nearly entirely consumed burnt out cigarette on the street, the warning label on the filter of the cigarette states: “POISON IN EVERY PUFF”