Little jokes for god

We do not think of winter dying But it does Clouds have weight.

The spectacle animates a performative interest.

Teardrops in a torrent

Picturework ain't wall to wall

The idea of the world comes to you by landscape: seen, then misremembered weeks or months have passed and it was a very long drive.

Tickets to the funeral

I may be real but I'm starting to doubt it

Johanna Fateman@johannafateman.bsky.social · 6mo ago

I think more than 20k of my followers are fake accounts (O followers) and it makes me feel strange about posting…is this typical?

They open the door and find no one. Whatever it was has finished. Everything is perfectly fine.

Deceptive because it is deceived

A cognitive elite

All this for that haircut

Offramp to chronology

Paintings they make pictures of

No break no breathing No time to heckle the band

Local Oaf One of one, or One of two.

Concision by misplacement

Every era as such implies momentum As every death allows another

Forecast, call to meeting

Soon

In the dreamlife you meet your other soul Between times you understand them

Purchase by attrition

Light and dark origins press the empty wordless world

Music without Dominance, resistance Without words

Things I don't remember appear here forever.

Someday it will look like the picture

Old Brains commanding the daily siege of reason, imagined to be real.

The war as backdrop, surplus to ornament

Foxes every day Watching trains From the woodline