#metastory

[outhenticvalleypress]

-SACER- " Cosa rimane di questo tuo sgretolare? Corrosioni fioriscono nel lento scivolare di ogni tua goccia." - frammento 04/5 Val Goccia ( 09/12/15 ). Ruggine su tela, frammenti di granata, nove mesi di impressione. #metastory #abstract #conceptualart #contemporaryart #studio #reserch #sacer

[gustaffo-vargas]

#Repost @craytagame (@get_repost) ・・・ The fifth issue of the official Crayta comic, Dead, is now out and free to read at crayta.com/comic Don’t miss the latest issue by @dabnett, @gustaffovargastataje,@simonbowlandlettering, @tinymaster and @skinnyelbows and tell a friend who loves comics about it! #crayta #craytagame #metastory #metaverse #Stadia #StadiaPro #cloudgaming #comic #comicbook #comics https://www.instagram.com/p/CHYE3puhwfB/?igshid=ytt77bi0cfan

[gustaffo-vargas]

#Repost @craytagame (@get_repost) ・・・ Exit, the fourth issue of the official Crayta comic is now out! Read it for free at www.crayta.com/comic It’s another intriguing peek into the Crayta metaverse brought to you by @dabnett, @gustaffovargastataje, @paulinaganucheau, @emmavieceli, @simonbowlandlettering, Andrea Izzo, @tinymaster and @skinnyelbows! #crayta #craytagame #metastory #metaverse #Stadia #StadiaPro #cloudgaming #comic #comicbook #comics https://www.instagram.com/p/CGPmF-Vh12B/?igshid=1k79feuwhad8r

[gustaffo-vargas]

#Repost @craytagame (@get_repost) ・・・ Exploits, the second issue of the official Crayta comic, has just been released! You know you’re in for a treat - it’s been written by Guardians of the Galaxy creator @dabnett and features incredibly stylish artwork by @gustaffovargastataje, @val_delandro, @paulinaganucheau and Mark Harrison. ///Lettering by @simonbowlandlettering Design by @tinymaster Read it now at www.crayta.com/comic #crayta #craytagame #metastory #metaverse #Stadia #StadiaPro #cloudgaming #comic #comicbook #comics https://www.instagram.com/p/CDeYgtvBtYA/?igshid=17c1dekbi31xj

[summerbirdstories]

#linkinprofile #illustration #illustrator #shortstory #metastory #editors #writing https://www.instagram.com/p/BvS4vXBFHsx/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=ow7b1t8qw7en

[meitafara-blog]

"ALIHKAN PIKIRAN" Mengalihkan pikiran bukan berarti mengabaikan apa-apa yg diamanahkan. Mungkin kita perlu duduk sejenak. Untuk apa ?? 1. Untuk mencari ketenangan tuk berfikir jernih. 2. Untuk mencari suasana baru, agar buat diri jadi lebih baik, yg diharapkan hati kita bisa merasakan kebesaran-Nya. Alangkah banyak anugerah yg kita nikmati, tapi alangkah sering lambat menyadari, seringnya juga merasa jemawa karena mendapat sedikit kuasa dari-Nya. Semoga kita tidak termasuk seperti orang kebanyakan, yakni golongan yg tidak peka, tidak mengambil pelajaran dan mudah digiring opininya. Segala puji bagi-Nya yg telah memberi kita akal dan hati untuk dapat mengenali kebenaran, Maka tak ada alasan tuk berhenti melakukan kebaikan, kecuali telah berputus asa terhadap dunia. . . #metastory #metamorproses (di Bukit Jaddih - Bangkalan, Madura)

[meitafara-blog]

Dataran tinggi dan anak-anak perbukitan hijau nan menawan. Keindahan alamnya tiada terkira. Tersusun dari taman-taman alami yg memesona. Dikelilingi kilauan pancaran cahaya yang memantul ke segala penjuru arah mata angin. Gunung-gunung yg berdiri kokoh dan menakjubkan dg hamparan warna hijau permadani yg menyejukkan siapapun yg memandang. Aku terpesona dg indahnya suasana alam yg mengenakan jubah sutera berwarna hijau, yg seolah-olah menyiratkan rahasia keabadian, keagungan, dan kebesaran Tuhan seru sekalian alam Yang Maha Menciptakan. 🌱🌱🌱 - Tanpa disadari..terkadang kita telah terjebak, terjebak dalam rutinitas kerja yg terpola, bahkan nyaris tanpa jeda. Tak jarang sisi lain yg sama pentingnya itu terlupakan, yakni beristirahat sejenak. Istirahat itu bukan berarti berhenti, tapi untuk menempuh perjalanan yg lebih jauh lagi, yaitu mempertajam, dan mengisi hal-hal baru tuk menambah pengetahuan, wawasan dan spiritualitas. Tentu salah satunya dg Tadabbur Alam. This is very important and I feel this small self ,, be grateful and multiply thanks be given a wonderful opportunity by God. #metastory #metamorph (di Bukit Bonsai Watulawang Blitar)

[eximergencies]

after A Death in the Family ---And This Is Why I Have Trust Issues: A Post-story Metastory

This new series of short works focuses on my interactions with things I read. It may or may not be autobiographical; I haven’t decided whether me writing about my life is autobiographical or not.

Your text here, soldier.

My Struggle: after Knausgaard

Word is that one of these days the sky will turn to dust and we will all be on the ground kneeling, oh father, have mercy on us, forgive us for we have sinned. And we are the best of sinners. Faith rocks us in its lap in our infancy and as we become adults we gain this Lacanian awareness that the world is not us. The world is not what we look like in the mirror and so we create stories.

There are some days in life in which I feel thrown into the world. Like Heidegger would suggest. I open my eyes and am greeted by a story of my own which is not my own. I read and select a response. I do not acknowledge the verisimilitude of this fiction which is not fiction because it is real. Yet it is fiction. Yet it is a story. Yet a story is not necessarily always a fiction.

And so we play a round of word search with no endgame. The rule is: Find a string of words and make it good. Make it real good. Make is unassailable. Inexorable. Like a chess master about to say Check mate. Like a cry in the wild from a mythical lone squirrel with no possibility of ever finding wings. Like a biological disaster that is impossible to prevent because you cannot stop breathing and, therefore, you cannot stop breathing the airborne viruses in. 

Like a word search we cannot complete. 

Find a string of words and make it good, said the Lord to Adam. Ribs later the words became Eve. Eve was a companion. Eve was a kind companion who cohabited with snakes and consumed an apple. 

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Whatever Evita said. Don’t cry for me, God. Don’t cry for me. The prodigal son does not deserve the rain. 

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The angel cries, “Hello, is it me you’re looking for?” Lionel Richie and a bucket of freshly peeled potatoes sitting in the rain trying to give me a good morning hello. I pause my TV show and give him a middle finger. I have a lunch. I sit and smile like a dead pig at the ceremony of my grandfather’s dying breath.

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I look into the mirror and make a great smile out of my face today. 

The world is beautiful again. 

C’est la vie. 

I will write the story I’ve been meaning to write, and the first sentence will be, “And this is why I have trust issues.” Because clowns fall asleep like everybody else and leave their white face paint on God’s fucking pillow case.