Satrap of Saturn

[originally published 11 September, 2022] been a long time, towers. a friend just reminded me of a special moment we shared on the plaza between One and Two. i used to visit WTC now and then, sketch people in the plaza, sit and read with my back to Two or One; basically just savor being in the only place in Manhattan where you couldn't see the hateful towers. many, many new yorkers hated them, resented them, cursed at them. They were visible down every avenue, bigger and uglier than anything rich people have ever built, soulless boxes full of the money and power that was mutating the city into the playground of the rich, driving out more and more of those who had grown up in manhattan or brooklyn or the bronx, who loved and knew the city, and resigned themselves to shitty service jobs or moving away. I think a lot of people forget how much we hated the towers, hated seeing them everywhere you went, gargantua and pantagruel keeping oppressive watch over a horde of vermin. so the day

Ophelia Vi: Erin Fleetwood literally all of it. I just can't follow starting with the clown bs. I am a super literal person and the fact that it starts off all weird and fantastical vs reading like a very dry straight to the point book has got me totally spun. And then the 2nd part the words/terms are suddenly all crazy huge and literally every other word and I just can't make much of it. It all runs together and jumbles up and (besides not understanding some of the words) my brain really can't break it apart. I can't stand this type of writing its so INCONSISTENT !! (Basically I wish it was just a very dry, simple but smart breakdown vs all that "batshittery") Ophelia Vi i'll give it a shot  First is a story to make the Irish experience with British monarchy personal. Ireland is not a person, it is a nation full of people, but just as people have memories and traumatic experiences, a whole nation full of people experience many things together and share th

[third draft? still problems with run-ons and occult obscurity] Adepts, give heart and ear to Harry Crosby and the memory palaces that he and his woman, Caresse, hid in the Dreamlands, accessed by a mental geometry or projection through pass operations into bubble dream realms limned by their combined efforts, by their unusual degree of telepathy, but foremost through obsessive desire to use the queer artifacts and expunge the visions from their minds that so forced themselves upon the pair after their early explorations revealed long-dead horrors wreaked by Harry's ancestral wizard. His blood-born authority to enter the old sites also marked him as the blood-bonded holder of an obligation, and and debt... What they did to complete and discharge the centuries-delayed obligation, they did only by compulsion, and only with the operational knowledge their witless trespass into the saturated space of the ritual centers had forced into Harry's mind, the first of the Crosby line to e