Apfel

Malus domestica

that’s how writing begins, i think,
not with a document or a text or a word, but with this glow, this prickling.

Girls against God, Jenny Hval

bride runs off, groom self immolated.— she saw his Teethsitting in lotus position, she observed.— Guanyin watches a Movieowl writes horrible song for you.— It was meant for flyingdream crumbles like eggshell, so fragile.— Omelette from a Strange Worldgirl holds star in her hands.— if she drops it we’re deadhungry dog eats sun and moon.— who’s a good boy?

wife argues with husband on mountain.— Zeus and Herapainter and girl meet in forest.— 富江の恐怖 画家 (Tomie of Fear: Painter)they tear carcass open and eat.— prometheus or piñata?girl runs out of printer ink.— she was trying to print her suicide noteraven sent to neighboring kingdom hastily.— two kings gossipingdog dreams of low hanging apples.— Cyronisin

The following text shown below is an excerpt from a letter written by a human located on the planet Earth. This particular artifact was found in a history book dated back 10,000 years before the extinction of humanity. This digital file has been processed and compressed into a word document as well as translated into a form of English less affected by the natural evolution of language.The author and recipient of this letter have been lost to time. While that information is not required to analyze the text, our historians and researchers are making a great effort to gather more data in order to better understand this artifact.

1

Darling, I took a walk outside today.The dirt feels soft now. Nothing like the hard and blistering hot ground I would always walk on day after day. I climbed out on my own and borrowed a face mask from a ground patrol officer. He was very kind this time.Nowadays, there are more bodies in the dirt than plants.On the scale, death weighs heavier than life here,

2

After the sun’s demise billions of years in the future, humanity created an artificial energy source to mimic the familiar warmth that once gave way to life as they knew it. A history turned myth that only the few hopeful beings still believe in. There is not a soul on Earth that can recollect the dawn of life.The many great filters that hit Earth throughout its lifetime have severely distorted how the planet functions. The seasons are irregular, the weather is never calm, and the atmosphere is unforgiving to those who inhabit the sphere. So the people traveled downwards. Now there lies a vast ecosystem so distant to what was once observed. The planet is full of life, but its crust and outer layers have been deserted. It is very hot down there…

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like a hellscape turned home.They are unrecognizable, marred by time’s evolution. Some have two heads. Some have none. Many have an army of limbs. None have the same face that you have. Everybody is changed. It is difficult now, to decipher if they really are the children of men.However, the remnants of society’s inner workings remain mostly untouched.

4

Darling,There is a need for policing, food delegation, and government order. The tedious dealings forever remain. The difference is, those tasks have by then been given away while mankind struggles to return to their former glory.Those who have been tasked (TWHBT) have been built to live on the surface to withstand the climate. Some try to filter the air, but most of them clean up trash and collect soil to be sent back. It’s then analyzed. It’s creeping up towards us.

5

Darling, I took a walk outside.
You asked about this in your last letter to me, many years ago. I’m sorry I couldn’t respond in time. But, I am here now to help you, even if the diplomacy we’ve worked hard to maintain between our planets begins to waver.The child harbinger of justice is an unforgiving machine with an artificial heart that feels nothing and performs everything. The motherboard, with its ever-changing labyrinth design, is tasked to delegate the future of mankind. They have no room for error that a human may possess.The world has progressed into a new dawn where it no longer has need for sentences dealt out by one who is full of sin, full of love, and full of bias. That is the new order, the condition of the world. There is nothing left for Earth-bound humanity, the little army that is made of flesh. Their delicate fate is no longer a job they have to deal with.So, they have left it to the ones they have created.

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When a person commits a crime, they’re simply sent to die. There’s no more room for prisons. Most of the time, jail cells cannot hold the prisoners inside. In fact, buildings are rare in this day and age. We all live underground, after all. The tunnels curl around the core of the Earth. I think we are all melting towards the center, running. It’s trapping us. The energy is trapping us.But in my opinion, the public executions are the worst. They inject this serum into you that makes you imagine the worst things. They make you see the past in a new light. They make your deepest and darkest fears come alive in front of you.

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My darling, yesterday it was my father.I will tell you this: he was seen on a security camera smuggling food for us despite already receiving the monthly portions. I tried to give him mine. He refused. Always fighting. It is all he’s ever done in his life. The war against Mars, the protests. His mind is still there. I know it.I took a walk outside today.

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In the room, the blackened has to decide between one hundred guns; they surround him like a lethal audience in an amphitheater. Each one has been used at least once. There are no lights; there is no need for any; the individual can feel their way through the dark. They have never stumbled in their life because their aim is so sure and always perfect, like the truest star. There is nobody in the room except the man, but there are one hundred men inside his mind screaming for release. The screams harmonize with gunfire, explosions, and the opera. The dark then becomes smoke.I took a walk outside. I love you.

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This document was written during the post-War era on Earth. Mars declared victory after successfully cracking the Moon during a major nuclear strike, causing a major shift in the planet’s tides and climate as a result. Nuclear waste continues to seep into the Earth’s crust, slowly trickling down. The humans continue digging down further and further in an attempt to escape, but they’re already affected. This was an entry in a history book regarding the physical and psychological effects that followed the post-War period of time on Earth.

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As well as a personal relationship, the artifact text hints towards a falling out between the societies of Earth and Mars. The author of the text seems to be one who possesses an illustrious position in the government, as they seem to also be communicating vital information to their lover, who may also happen to be one of notable standing on Mars. The switching back and forth between a formal and casual tone with the intended recipient is something to be noted.

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We may never know the true killer of Earth-bound humanity, but a number of theories suggest either a war on the global scale, radiation, and vice versa. But we, the branch of man, have stood against it all.This has been a message from the society of Mars.

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[A preface to twelve thousand years of war. The winners write history. I took out my eyes and adorned myself instead with garnet vision.]Dancing with them becomes harder to do. My feet get stepped on. The ballroom opens up to the vast field. Our stomps crack the ground. Their suit matches mine, but the flag differs. Shall I use my gun?

— Parazonium

Wandering traveler asks owl for directions.Disguised, God replies in forgotten tongue.Traveler responds and makes their way.Owl watches in great anticipation, hoping.Hungry bear rests at path’s end.Wandering traveler asks bear for directions.

— Gilgamesh against God

the most tortured person is unknown
for their agony is shrouded like their corpse.there is solace in being remembered

— in Memoriam

you refused to burn
so you hold yourself
intact by being
utterly stagnant.
you are a statue.a broken sundial;
you stole its portrait.
you painted your arms
a beautiful brown
and laid yourself flat.you begin to melt,
for a sundial
requires the sun.
the warmth beckons you
to join its number.

— Chione’s Mirror

I have to kill my brother.I have to kill my brother because he won first place at the science fair.I have to kill my brother because our parents got him a new bike for Christmas.I have to kill my brother because his girlfriend is really nice and brought over cupcakes for his birthday.I have to kill my brother because he deserved all of those things.

— Can’t & Not Able

There was once a man who could become anyone, who could transform himself so long as he imagined the image in his mind.He had a lot of fun with it. He had infinite faces and roamed the earth for thousands of years. He met all sorts of people and gave them his wisdom, and if lucky, his jokes.However, the man could not remember what he originally looked like. The answers to every question were well within his reach, yet his very own face was lost in between many others.He has no photos, no paintings created of him. All that he has are the words I am writing, right now.

— Portrait of the Water

I leave a ball of yarn by the door labeled “abandon” and cross the threshold, holding the string. The hallway winds and twists itself like an excited monster that searches for something horrible. With a heavy heart, I follow the path as the soft light from the entrance bids farewell.I wake up in the Minotaur’s stomach. It flosses its teeth with the string, braids it into its hair. Why does it make itself look pretty? Who is it for? Etched into the stomach walls is an inscription. I begin to read it…I make you a home.
There are monsters scarier
than the Minotaur.

— For you, girl.

“Đeo moci Cenucein”
an macecki cieda moci Cenu
ceax maul alca’al Dađdyul.

— cenuciax xek“God is just a name”
and in fact everything I write is a name for something bigger than me.— it is called a spell

The dogs of glory eat at flesh of fallen enemies. It tastes like gunpowder; smoke hides away the scene. Both sides fought with fervor because that is all they've ever known. One looks on with eyes of wisdom, now clouded with tears of grief.

— Tiresias with Fur

ivulonmoineciveOUTOFMEmoinedaveckialYOUDON'TBELONGTHISISNOTYOURSTOTAKEnondarececkinondareOUTOFHEREMYHOMEMYHOUSEMYSKINMYMINDivulonđeociceckianivuloncenoncipalmauaelaveokronđymođagomoinedaveMINEMINEMINE!ivulon loves you, i love you a lot, i will eat everything i will eat, ivulon knows everything and ivulon possesses don't be afraid now because i love you

— Full of Fight

a whole lot of good vomiting can do
for the weary (weathered) soul.
the heartache and the grief (your secret),
those you must retch
first, it will seem gross (uncouth)
but project it all away from the heart.
you have to open. (let me see you)
you have to open your mouth and vomit…
(debate, gossip, complain, sing, insult, recite, scream, question, confess, curse, apologize, laugh, compliment, answer)

— the fire prometheus presented, in the form of a blade

Kuri blinciđ iaelaenok, Sibca ecpacica kruridumi, palma kronci đdy đamaca đa Mona kopcicka, Ciđ ce'emaca an Ce'eri kekcica; noncica Aeopine, krulcicato đeoax đamona anucicka, ciđ Aeopineul cegomcicka kronsi an đanos ecpacicka kruridumi calda.The moon blinks its grey eye, the sheep say goodnight, nothing remains of what the people had, their buildings and art crumble; it feeds the planet, giving back to God who is dead, His empire refused to last and so it too said goodnight.

— Selene

he experiences what follows death, which is a vast planea cloaked figure, the messenger
stands at the horizonthe death follows the man and the man follows the messenger
the messenger follows the sun

— mercury

child, there will be no songs, there will be no books written, no portraits painted, nobody to fall at your feet, no victories in your name, no blood spilled for your honor, nothing to keep you on this earthif you do not do something.

— a Letter from the False God

i dreamt i watered the flowers in the garden with a yellow blood that smelled of ichor. i think i killed a god for it. the flowers bloomed and grasped my arm. the rose took a bite while the dandelions tried to destroy me from the waist up.i must’ve not given them enough because i easily cut them with my shears. i made a note to myself to never feed god blood to the flowers ever again.schau nicht in den garten, denn er hat schöne blumen. geh nicht hinein, denn diese blumen sind hungrig und wollen dein herz essen. schlaf nicht im garten. er wird deine seele nehmen und mit deinem körper tanzen.Nach dem Lesen verbrennen.

— a letter to the grass that is indeed greener on the other side

There is a country where the sun cannot reach the grass. Only in a dream can it shine so that it may appear green to the eye.This is a country with ghost towns inhabited only by dull mushrooms. I tell them to live because there is still dirt. The moon cries down ever so incandescently; she knows nothing remains but a country with no people. Who will look at her?Here lies a manor: riches looted, tomb underneath with cross defiled because even God cannot stand to live in such condition. But I can. I am this country.

— A Country Sized Cemetery

There’s something terrible that comes for us.
It hums the Tune of the Raven at last
and like a Unicorn is just as rare.There’s something terrible that comes for us.
The Stampede is the sound of the Heart’s Fear
and a glorious Trumpet can be heard.There’s something terrible that comes for us.
The Ocean is Blood and Blood is red Wine.
The Animals drink it and do a Dance.Is the something really a Terrible?

— Dionysus and Pan

anu meiciđ sylo meiciđ oninalcol meiciđ conul meiciđ aela meiciđ krau meiciđ kru meiciđ anu.

— meisi đdy Vurmdeath becomes sleep becomes river becomes snow becomes fear becomes day becomes fire becomes death.— Changing of the Worm

Kiss opens a Door
to the Terrible that is
cannibalism.

— Kiss opens a Door

My voice has been stolen and used to say “hello” to terrifying monsters in the dark. The forest houses them. My house is a forest of moss, weeds, and mushrooms. My voice has cracked and crumbled like a marble column, like bad birthday cake.There is no water. There is no rain, no thunder, no anger. But there is something better, in that forest.

— The Little Mermaid

we saw box blonde bitch writing kafkaesque novella in club. black jumpsuit and golden hoops. hair is messy. makeup is messy. handwriting is impeccable.i went up first. on paper there were few words. she wrote about heartbreak during rapture, where water meets rock and becomes blood releasing from skin, skin processed into leather, into handbag for human.my friend the devil followed. he read paper and it made him cry. tears dripped into bitch’s mojito. she got angry. with herself. she was supposed to be partying, losing herself in the music, the booze, with her friends. instead she was finding herself in words on paper.my friend the devil ate her sadness. ate the paper. it folded itself in his stomach, forming beautiful origami crane. bitch broke her glass and cut him open. found herself again.

— paradise found

boiling water in a kettle
dancing the waltz
the heartbeat during fear
and an owl sitting perfectly still.

— thrash

the man writes for the peeling wallpaper
which slowly reveals the arteries
of the house he is trapped in|||| |||| |||| |||| |||

— die blinde eule

Inside my Elevator there was one,
but two souls stationed themselves.
Twelve moons, three stars, and sun
cocooned within metallic box.Inside my Elevator seventh button was pressed, chain rattled and solar system revolved.
One begs other to leave, distressed.

— Fighting for Room

the dog bites the apple
forming valleys and mountains
caverns and rivers

— The Creation of the World

an autumn thought that
i stole from a memory
kept in antidotefrom the deepest sleep
i can’t ignore while it leaves
with the wonderment

— after Dozen

In the bath, saliva mixes with soap
and bubbles become
beads of pearl that string together into
a necklace I wear
on a special occasion such as this:
a relaxing night
where the planet stops itself just for me

— Aphrodite’s Day Off

A dog searched for a bone
shaped in such a way
that it'd fit in his mouth.
He ended the world when he couldn’t
and that was the end of that.Oh, but he took the globe in his mouth
and bit down hard.
Mountains became plains
and plains became craters.Of course everything died.
I, the Moon, witnessed
the whole thing.That is the story of Earth.
It is time for bed.

— The Moon conjures a Story

Em là một người rất thích không làm gì hết.Nhưng em thích việc suy nghĩ trong khi không làm gì nhiều hơn, bởi vì em chỉ tồn tại trong tâm trí.

— Metis viết cho Zeus

Let us be glad for
beautiful jewels such as the
marvelous apple.It glistens in light
provided by brilliance
of the morning sun.

— Gratitude

The girl is being monitored by God. His security cameras litter the compound. Even broken, their shards reveal her position. Luckily, she is only a girl, and not a woman. So, she has time. God is a corporation.

— Einkaufszentrum

I am shaped like the round Heart of the Beast
as It keels over and twists in a Bow
to adorn a Box that’ll be sent your WayYou’ll bite in a Mood of Ravenousness
for the Blood is sweet when You sink your Teeth
and allow Venom to mix with Sugar

— Amusing Riddle from an Apple

On a bejeweled winter night, I saw a white cat.Her name was Snow and her brilliant fur shed on the streets, on my roof, on trees, and she wouldn’t stop. I think I may be allergic because my nose was red and I couldn’t stop sneezing. I took the fur and knitted snowmen with my calloused hands.I lied down and hugged the ground. I rolled around in it and I too transformed into a lovely cat the size of the world. I got hungry and took a big bite. I could taste the salty ocean and the fish swimming inside my mouth. Afterwards, I had the moon for dessert.I got tired and took a nap on a mountain. It was there I became man once more. I no longer had long fur, so I shivered profusely. I had too much to eat and felt ill, so I regurgitated everything back up. However, what came out of my mouth was not the fish, water, rocks…On a bejeweled winter night, I vomited the sky.The fish became shooting stars. The moon by then had crumbled in my stomach and became asteroids on their way out. But most importantly, the water beautifully poured out into the cosmos. I painted the ceiling of the universe.

— Atlas on Christmas

krongonosveo
eđymo, ecpaerici
ceđdy KurilonCiđ Ecparonis
ceauci veae doxarap
cekrulsiđ Ađe

— Labrylmoineremain here while it
renders a ballad of the
cerulean moonthe smile it constructs
shines on you with desire
to award its heart— Love Letter