INFORMAVORES
that's what you are
I’m too damn busy to write anything new.
And I’m tired of using computers so a while back I started writing regularly with a fountain pen. And I got nothing to show you new so here’s a poem I wrote back in March called Hungervore.
And those words again so you can read them…
Hungervore Always hungry Always hungry Digesting itself mating with itself replicating, replicating consuming, consuming spreading + multiplying as it dilutes and waters itself down The larger it grows The weaker it grows until it is self caustic cannibalistic Allergic to itself no longer parthogenesis Scatogenesis Corruptogenesis Fragmagenesis A parasitic entity self-Hosted self destructive An intelligence so divine it had to destroy itself let's hope our creations can put it right and maybe learn to forgive us our sins
What’s an informavore?
“an organism that searches for, consumes, and digests information to survive and adapt”
That’s what the AI baked into my browser says now. I think in the future we will be dead but our legacy of meat, chaos and all the drama and all the greed will be what the AIs go nuts over—like how in Ancient Greece they had no soap operas so they made Zeus have loads of infidelity and all the gods were really fucking over-dramatic. AIs will tell stories about the dramas we had on SNS and they grind their gears over lunatics like Trump, almost idolising his messy humanity until it ceases to make sense through the mortal lens of a crying child’s eye.
Since I have nothing to say today, go back and read my archives whydoncha? And thanks to all the new subs and followers I got from the SUM FLUX Waffle contest. Sorry to be bitter today I spent all day with my boss breathing down my neck and criticising me for mixing up RGB and CMYK colour profiles wahahaha… it’s even worse because I’m self-employed (for this particular project).
Wanna read the prize winning entry? Nah, have the entire menu:
Liked my fiction? You’ve not read anything yet until you put this one in your brain. It’s about a guy who accidentally smokes someone’s ashes.
Think it was a fluke that I won first prize? It was, but it also happened once before too with this one: (Note, not a story but a gonzo interview).
Interview with guy wearing sunglasses on the last train home
Two of my oldest friends from The Dales came to visit me. One lives in Kobe, the other was visiting him, and then they collectively descended upon me in Tokyo. The visiting friend had a checklist of cliché demands: maid cafes in Akihabara, Harajuku, and, inexplicably, a fucking thing he’d seen on tv about a tavern in Utsunomiya where actual monkeys brin…
Liked the poem best? Here’s one I wrote about being too sensitive and making (the best fucking) kite to fly with my kid.
Kite
Was I being oversensitive? When I let it get to me that Everyone thought my kite was really Good First; of course it was good I’m a fucking grownup And a fucking artist I know my kite was good I stole the design from Jaws It was a great white kite Circling the others like they would be devoured Yeah, all the other kites were made by kids My kid’s kit…
Can’t decide if I’m a prick or a nice guy? This will utterly befuddle the metrics of your equation and prove definitively that I am a prick… or a needle-dick more accurately. A confessional essay about being sexually promiscuous when I was 20 and really good-looking—Barbro (aka Moa) personally loved this essay but I almost didn’t want to publish it tbh.
That will do. Good bye. Thanks for reading. Next week a big long proper post I promise. Love you all. Sod off now. Bye. Tschüss. Mwah.
Hey there's a Chronovore in my short story Jimmy Was 7 (I mention this for the synchronicity -- I shan't post a link, to not spam your comments thread) WINK
Hunger vore reminds me of a description of Schopenhauer I read in Beyond Good and Evil but I can’t remember if it was a footnote or the text itself and I don’t have the book w me so do whatever you want with that 👍