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I needed a place to write down the things I want to remember and here it is (including spoilers). Icon art by @everafterengine on Tumblr

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Designations Congruent with Things by cleanwhiteroom (Pacific Rim, Newtmann)

╰┈• “So the drift, I’m pretty sure,” Newton says, “is an empirical rejection of perspectivism. It’s an epistemological absolute of the subjective experience, consisting of the Other and the Look in an infinite loop where information transfer approaches whatever its maximum is while time approaches zero, so yeah, suck it, solipsism. Neuroscience validates intersubjectivity. That’s a great title, man. We should write a paper.”

╰┈• And even if it is, he’s not concerned about it, well that’s a lie, he is, he’d like to believe that there aren’t going to be any neurological consequences of his decision tree, but he can’t because there already are some like the fact that he just loves Descartes so freaking much right now oh god, but even while he is concerned about the electrophysiological state of his brain, ‘closing the breach’ and ‘no more kaiju,’ are things so monumental that neurological sequelae for himself and also for Hermann seem no more than expenditure line items detailing one more cost in a too-costly war.

A war that’s over.

And this, all of this, makes sense, because it is cogent and accurate.

It’s so accurate you could plot it.

On a coordinate plane.

Not really but kind of.

Intersecting number lines. Who thinks of that stuff? Who sits down one day and says, “I could really use a coordinate system right about now?” René De-epic-intellectual-badass-cartes, that’s who.

“Newton,” Hermann says sounding horrified and incredulous in confusing simultaneity. “Are you crying?”

“No, man,” Newton says, wiping his eyes. “I just love Descartes so much right now.”

Eurydice by Johns_Farthings (JSAMN, StrangeArabella)

╰┈• The room was crowded and warm, but he felt horribly alone – as if Arabella had touched him on the shoulder and vanished as soon as he turned to greet her.

dec 8 2024 ∞
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