The pet rock has gone virtual and proclaimed itself God.
Though an actual pet rock has the good sense to remain silent. When this Mountain-God speaks, it’s just like most videogames: poorly written.
“I am digging this somnolent day.”
“I feel super chill inside this day of days.”
Our Mountain is a mad-lib, minus the mad. It reaches for Eastern wisdom but never makes it past California.
Conspicuous objects crash into it. Days, seasons, weather cycle too quickly. It knows nothing of actual stillness. It’s not boring enough, not empty enough, not strange enough, not mountain enough. Not nearly enough.
Though an actual pet rock has the good sense to remain silent. When this Mountain-God speaks, it’s just like most videogames: poorly written.
“I am digging this somnolent day.”
“I feel super chill inside this day of days.”
Our Mountain is a mad-lib, minus the mad. It reaches for Eastern wisdom but never makes it past California.
Conspicuous objects crash into it. Days, seasons, weather cycle too quickly. It knows nothing of actual stillness. It’s not boring enough, not empty enough, not strange enough, not mountain enough. Not nearly enough.