No indication yet if my operatives in the Swap Universe have any way of picking up this feed, or have even received my field reports as previously transmitted piecemeal, in real-time, via Tumblr. But if any of you fellow time walkers out there are wondering whether the Experiment is still a go, well I'm back, at least, and I think I've figured it out:
…you'll need a second or two, of course, to recover from that stunning revelation. But when you're ready, here's the digest version of how I came to epiphanise those two words:
This device generates little black rectangles, for posting, thusly.
Black is so 3 hours ago.
Watch, as I throw down with an Amorphous Quadrangle.
Ah. This is a range-limited eye.
And an audio post’s pending, which I don’t even recall making…
I seem not to have been above leaving audio notes for myself.
I find it all a bit... well, yeah. Unfathomable.
Something in here may fathom. It's difficult to pinpoint…
≈ Fathoms!
Atypically, yeah, but it does. Meaning — I may belong at this event.
≈ Fathom a Self-Made Prison.
"When this wall was built, Franklin Roosevelt was 7 years old and John A. Macdonald was the prime minister of Canada. But it still stands…If you don't think psychiatric patients can do good work, come down to Queen and Shaw." —historian Geoffrey Reaume, quoted in The Toronto Star.
≈ Fathom Born, Murdered.
You can actually see the chisel marks made by psychiatric patients in the walls they themselves built over 100 years ago at the Centre for Addiction and Mental Health. Some raise more questions than others.
≈ Fathom π.
Well, π has been around a lot longer than even a 19th Century wall, but for some reason, mathematical glyphs as graffiti feels more like a 21st Century thing to do. We have intersected with an intriguing timeline, alright. Only way for this fathom to get any purer would be to swap the π for an actual ? — so where's the zappage? Still missing a coordinate. Sometimes, time trumps space.
≈ Fathom Incongruity.
This is the spatial relationship of those two things.
I was wrong about the commercial breaks. They fathom, but fleetingly. What was the precise point of incursion? Timing is everything — try, 'That's her.'
That's her!
…you'll need a second or two, of course, to recover from that stunning revelation. But when you're ready, here's the digest version of how I came to epiphanise those two words:
This device generates little black rectangles, for posting, thusly.
Black is so 3 hours ago.
Watch, as I throw down with an Amorphous Quadrangle.
Ah. This is a range-limited eye.
And an audio post’s pending, which I don’t even recall making…
I seem not to have been above leaving audio notes for myself.
I find it all a bit... well, yeah. Unfathomable.
Something in here may fathom. It's difficult to pinpoint…
≈ Fathoms!
Atypically, yeah, but it does. Meaning — I may belong at this event.
≈ Fathom a Self-Made Prison.
"When this wall was built, Franklin Roosevelt was 7 years old and John A. Macdonald was the prime minister of Canada. But it still stands…If you don't think psychiatric patients can do good work, come down to Queen and Shaw." —historian Geoffrey Reaume, quoted in The Toronto Star.
≈ Fathom Born, Murdered.
You can actually see the chisel marks made by psychiatric patients in the walls they themselves built over 100 years ago at the Centre for Addiction and Mental Health. Some raise more questions than others.
≈ Fathom π.
Well, π has been around a lot longer than even a 19th Century wall, but for some reason, mathematical glyphs as graffiti feels more like a 21st Century thing to do. We have intersected with an intriguing timeline, alright. Only way for this fathom to get any purer would be to swap the π for an actual ? — so where's the zappage? Still missing a coordinate. Sometimes, time trumps space.
≈ Fathom Incongruity.
This is the spatial relationship of those two things.
I was wrong about the commercial breaks. They fathom, but fleetingly. What was the precise point of incursion? Timing is everything — try, 'That's her.'
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