#memory palace

[pesky--dust]

There is something insane to me about how, as Will walks down the aisle towards Hannibal, the people sitting in the chairs are described in the script as MOURNERS, when in fact, this scene should be considered Hannibal and Will's wedding. Because the truth is that their wedding is the beginning of mourning for many.

And the fact that Will stops at a skull, graven in the floor, a reminder to Hannibal of his mortality? AGH.

Happy 10th anniversary of the series finale, I guess?

[cosmonautroger]

Intervals, Memory Palace, 2024

[abuzd]

do you trust this guy's face? yessss do you enjoy making art, for the simple joy of it because it feels good? do you have synethesia? do you have a complex dissociative disorder? would YOU find learning about synaesthesia in a neuroscience lens helpful for your art creation too? 👀📊 🎨

[hnbl103]

My mother told me to stop punishing myself, so I simply closed my eyes like Hannibal and retreated to my memory palace for emotional fine dining.

[silent-streams]

Does anyone else have an embarrassingly large portrait of Hannibal Lecter in their memory palace? Or am I alone in this.

[randomfoggytiger]

Memory Palace

You must approach me as you would a ruin, twisted logic riven in the stone.

The eccentric architecture whispers rumor of trauma and whimsy, semi-truths distorted echo in warping wood— A rumination: half designed by man, half by mad decay.

Memory replaces math as law.

The awful effects of time seem almost purposeful; I own it. I take credit. This blueprint tossed together by gravity, catastrophe, and will.

You ask for directions. I may just give them. That's when you should worry. I may lie without meaning. You may stand before a locked door trying keys, codes, magic spells—waiting ... till another door creaks open behind you into the Russian-doll floor plan of souls. It's beginning to sound a little like Abbot and Costello Meet the Wolfman— (I won't deny my deepest influences.)

This means nothing. Sometimes you can just tell, but other times you can't as when darkness shines forth like light. The circuitry is ... circular, every surface is reflective like a shield. The past looms ahead in a growing haze of varying shades of sunset and gray; the future lies behind me like an invisible wake, out of my sight, out of my mind.

Hybrid, shape-shifting, I do not recognize myself in here. I cannot be trusted, but the haphazardly of it all ... maybe marvel at that, the role of timing and luck and what could have happened but did not. Original intent as lost as those of cave paintings; it's all art, or artful, simply as human as I can manage on any given day.

This is love's warning:

My father's house has many rooms and I have room and time for many more room and time so far.

Do not be unafraid.

-David Duchovny

[toneskarone]

Of The Tree's x Memory Palace

The unreleased opener from Electric Forest 2025

[processes]

“The Temple of Time” (1846) by Emma Willard, a leading feminist educator whose innovative maps of time laid the groundwork for the charts and graphics of today.

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