Sunday, May 27, 2012

STATION IDENT 052712 - Three Months In

by Matthew DiVito

Well, that's like a quarter of a year, isn't it?

So if I do that three more times, that'll be goal met -- one year of continuous weekday writing.

When I began Ehaema, it was intended to be microfiction - just bursts of imagery, whatever was in my head at the time, with no necessary or explicit connection between one day's work and the next.  The brevity of each piece was meant to make it so that I had no excuse NOT to do it - I can always write a paragraph, anyone can.

However, just organically, it evolved into serial fiction.  Because sometimes I need to write more than a paragraph or two to fully express a thought - and that thought remains in my head the next day, with more to say.  So I use the momentum from one piece to carry me forward - and thus they connect thematically.  And shortly after that, their narratives begin to overlap.  And then they're all part of the same story.

So it is to be one-from-many, then.  It's a bunch of stories, covering the same events but told differently from everyone's different point of view, and they overlap.  That's how awareness evolves - first you know events, then you understand that they connect, and the connective tissue forms the story of your life.  And then, if you're brave, you begin to understand that yours is only one story in a world of other people's stories that look different, have different characters and senses of humor and recurring themes.  No two are alike.  None is intrinsically better or worse, though you might prefer to see more of some, and less of others - and you work to make more of the stories you like better, and that is what it is to operate in this world.  Your world.  Our world.  So remember to be a good character in whomever's story you're in today.

I already have ideas for what the next project will be - so many!  There is the story of the Snow Queen and her handservant Sorrow, and the boy who guides them through the Aftercity.  There is the story of an anarchist group of warriors and low mages struggling to stay alive in a post-fantasy kingdom ruled by angelic virtual entities.  There are the thousand ghost tales of Chueh'yin the Moth Prince.  There is the one that takes place in one short episode a day in real-time, also told over the course of a year.  There is Transit, there is ThirdCity, and more where that came from.

But that is definitely me getting ahead of myself.  One day at a time.  Thanks for dropping by.

Sunday, May 20, 2012


via Marcelo Almeida.

When you hold something in your hands that has to happen.  When an ocean of need and dreaming embeds itself within an instant.  When you take aim.  When you have time to say just one thing, what is it?  What is your shortest prayer?  What is your curse, your blessing, your name-of-God, all of those things?  What is the last thing you would say before it all came crashing down?

You won't have time to think about it then, so think about it now.  If you can't think of it, or don't like the one you've got, pick a new one today.  Make one up.  Make it yours.  The words you say have many effects, on everyone around you and on you yourself, every time you say them.

Be conscious of this.

Now, wake up.

Saturday, May 12, 2012


Image:  The Gyro Globe, Coney Island, New York 1949, Andreas Feininger

A reminder, from your Transit Authority:  We recommend that all passengers please remember the past in order to access the future.  Now approaching Ehaema.  Doors are opening, please stand clear.

Sunday, May 06, 2012


The Holy Mountain (1926)
The Holy Mountain, 1926, via Streets Ahead

Art is not merely an imitation of the reality of nature, but in truth a metaphysical supplement to the reality of nature, placed alongside thereof for its conquest.
-Friedrich Nietzsche

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