My Cats’ Thought Process

Sebastian Bieniek

would-be self portrait if the gear train on my bike wasnt fucked

don't make sense .

near my old apartment. woke up very early one day and went to shoot some sunrise film photos. it was a warm late-summer morning and there was a thick blanket of fog over everything.

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People, especially games, get eldritch madness wrong a lot and it’s really such a shame.

An ant doesn’t start babbling when they see a circuit board. They find it strange, to them it is a landscape of strange angles and humming monoliths. They may be scared, but that is not madness.

Madness comes when the ant, for a moment, can see as a human does.

It understands those markings are words, symbols with meaning, like a pheromone but infinitely more complex. It can travel unimaginable distances, to lands unlike anything it has seen before. It knows of mirth, embarrassment, love, concepts unimaginable before this moment, and then…

It’s an ant again.

Echoes of things it cannot comprehend swirl around its mind. It cannot make use of this knowledge, but it still remembers. How is it supposed to return to its life? The more the ant saw the harder it is for it to forget. It needs to see it again, understand again. It will do anything to show others, to show itself, nothing else in this tiny world matters.

This is madness.

there is an idea of a Barbara Roberts; some kind of a perfect doll. but there is no real me: only an entity, something illusory, something… plastic.