#palinopsia

[zoetica]

The Institute for Psychogametous Life: A Novel Approach to Investigating Symbolic Alien Replication and Human Cognitive Response

Just published: The Institute for Psychogametous Life: A Novel Approach to Investigating Symbolic Alien Replication and Human Cognitive Response. Read the paper. Abstract

The discovery of the "Alien Botany" archive from the ill-fated Novy Mir mission has unveiled a unique and perplexing phenomenon: the apparent replication of alien botanical imagery within the human mind, manifesting as vivid palinopsia and an ideomotor compulsion to recreate these forms. This paper describes the establishment of the "Institute for Psychogametous Life (IPGL)," a novel research and public engagement facility designed to investigate this phenomenon. The IPGL employs a multi-faceted approach, combining controlled sensory environments, physiological and psychological monitoring, and public interaction to elucidate the mechanisms underlying image germination and its potential implications for understanding symbolic alien life and human cognitive susceptibility. We argue that treating the human public as active participants in this process is crucial for advancing our knowledge of this extraordinary phenomenon.

[veiledxnightmare]

I stared at you so long, Your silhouette is burned on my corneas. I've loved you long enough, my limbs still twitched, when you took my head clean off. I was defined by someone I have bad dreams of. But at least I knew who I was. I'll find you when I'm fragile for you but don't fix me if I'm not broke No, I don't breathe the way that I was born to When I catch my breath, I choke. That takes me back when I was young The innocence that you knew nothing of Thank God I'm not who I once was But I wish you knew me, When I was still as soft. Last month you called, but no one just calls, I thought something happened With you, I'm shocked it hadn't Find me when I'm fragile for you But don't fix me if I'm not broke No, I don't breathe the way that I was born to When I catch my breath, I choke I haven't healed how I had hoped When I catch my breath, I choke Drove back to my hometown But I can't find our old house anymore I've got good sense of direction, I just didn't expect it Between all the chain stores I knew it would change, but I wished not in the ways that made it pure. You used to know me so well, I tell you I'm still myself, Time's just run its course. You loved the smell of gas And of the fresh-cut grass When we still had a yard I take you back to the old days The ones that made future shit so hard Man, you know where to find me It's not in my nature to go that far I'm your open wound, And you never can tell If it'll heal on its own, Or if I'm desperate for help

[prismravine]

thank god i’m not who i once was

but i wish you knew me when i was still as soft

[0bjectp3rmanence]

Find me when I’m fragile for you, but don’t fix me if I’m not broke.

[thesoapygoblin]

(seeing wispy lights and hearing strange sounds) hold on y’all i think i’m aura farming.

[susiron]

God my after-images and palinopsia for my visual snow has been so bad lately, it’s driving me mad. If I look up at the treeline beneath a bright blue sky and then glance above those trees, I’m immediately left with a bright outline of the trees. It doesn’t last long, but it does not take long at all to occur (just a second or two can be enough, depending on the contrast). 

The most annoying thing is it can make drawing and reading difficult because I’ll get after-images of text and lines whenever I move my line of sight. Lining in particular does this because I’m staring closely at bold lines against a light background.

I think it’s also worth mentioning that I can’t use a dark background with bright/white text because then the after-images become horrendous as the background is what gives me after-images, so it starts to bleed over the text. This has happened for as long as I’ve had visual snow-- the bad after-images in general have, but they just seem worse lately, and more easy to come by.

I can’t tell if it’s because of anxiety (which I’ve had a lot of lately), dry eyes, my eye-related tics that put pressure on my eyes, my wacky sleep schedule, a massive combination of all of these things, or something I should be more concerned about. I have a doctor’s appointment tomorrow so I want to bring it up to my doc, but god I’m so fucking scared of vision issues that this is really ramping up my anxiety.

Anyone else here got bad after-images and visual snow? Also please don’t reblog this post.

[edsperegrine]

My habit of collecting random diagnoses can stop please, or at least can we stop adding major ones at every life stage.

Me in childhood: asthma, allergies, scapular dyskinesia (due to Ehlers-Danlos), first symptoms of gastroparesis, neurocardiogenic syncope, chondromalacia patellae, hemorrhoids. Also some functional gastrointestinal syndrome that is mild enough I’ve never gotten it diagnosed (my guts just dislike me).

Me in high school: Ehlers-Danlos becomes more evident, also first evidence of vaginismus (which is due to the Ehlers-Danlos as it happens)

Me in college/university: Ehlers-Danlos becomes disabling, plus I develop Bipolar Disorder. Also hello to Narcolepsy.

Me in my technician job: Hello fibromyalgia (likely due to Ehlers-Danlos).

Me in my PhD: Hello POTS thank you (not!) for showing up in my life plz stop. Also palinopsia and migraines. Also grinding my teeth badly.

Me in postdoc #1: Gastroparesis becomes worse enough to be diagnosed. Also anaphylactoid response to some antibiotics. Also rosacea. Turns out I also have a hiatal hernia.

Me in postdoc #2: Hello there Hashimoto’s thyroiditis subsequent to a hemithyroidectomy subsequent to a benign thyroid tumor (which started in postdoc #1 but was diagnosed during postdoc #2). Gastrointestinal issues get worse (separate from gastroparesis).

Kinda nervous what’s going to happen next... so far I have avoided one of the members of an Ehlers-Danlos trifecta (Mast Cell Activation Syndrome) so I hope that stays away...

[lifeinpoetry]

I didn’t want a diagnosis, I had a country already. I didn’t want a diagnosis, because I am convinced a name is something incurable.

Julian Randall, from “Palinopsia,” Refuse