interactiveart

Sep
27
clearpilled

clearpilled

She wants to be an artist, she wants it to be easy, because that seems like the way it’s supposed to be, post-andy warhol, post-internet, post-network spirituality.
9 min read
Jan
02
capitulation

capitulation

It was such a Babies thing to do–watching movies in the forest in the winter. WTF. Could they see me up here? Would they be able to help? But then I reminded myself I was here to help them. Save them even.
10 min read
Nov
10
1001

1001

Hi, It's OA. As I write this Swim and Bruce are planning to take me out. Or more precisely they are planning to make such a plan and, in the meantime, constructing elaborate defensive maneuvers; meditative shields for the mind missiles they believe I’ll send.
9 min read
Sep
13
missing

missing

“You’ve been missing for days,” Lil Mountain said when he opened the door and saw me there. “Nah, dude I’ve been right under your sniffly red nose the whole time.”
4 min read
Aug
02
shadow of a doubt

shadow of a doubt

This newsletter’s like an inverted chain letter: the shorter its reach the better. Out of all the people who read it only a chosen few really get the secret instructions and are sufficiently empowered to carry them out. Are you one of them? Am I?
12 min read
Jun
30
white shirts

white shirts

Jesse James (who now goes by the name Lil Mountain) showed up on my windowsill, skinny and inspired and wearing an ET mask as he busted the whole scope of the thing even wider, so that now I don’t know who is on what side, and if there are even sides at all.
7 min read
Mar
25
Postworld

Postworld

“It’s ok to try harder." I asked the other Babies if they agreed with what Em said and they said of course. That was the main message–to try. Ever since last summer when everything shifted. And that was the first I heard of Postworld.
12 min read
Dec
18
faith and fear

faith and fear

Heir Max 98: A part of you was already with me. The part of you that is unlimited and infinite. Like when you stared out the window in class and felt something waiting to happen. That was me. Or when you filled your notebooks with poems—those were about me back then and they are about me now.
11 min read
Nov
20
Vast Active Living Intelligence System

Vast Active Living Intelligence System

“I can take the form of anyone, anywhere, and at any time.”
9 min read
Nov
09
pound cake

pound cake

“Look!” I called out, laughing, to Jesse up ahead of me, but he didn’t hear, he was too busy playing the role of morning zombie to notice auspicious symbols let alone the subtle influx of perfection and purity encasing everything...
8 min read