The phosphorescent fungus Panellus stipticus, responsible for white rot (Wikipedia)
Post-Performative Post-Scriptum…
The title of this incendiary intervention is of course a core referencing of Sunn O)))’s classic album Insect Villain Monocrypt (2006).
Feathers by Ben Rothery (click for larger)
Post-Performative Post-Scriptum
“Bennae Bellae” is a play on Pennae Bellae, which is Latin for “Beautiful Feathers” (Pennae Pulchrae would be better, but not as assonant).
What are these plastic polyhedra for and why exactly do they take that shape?
I didn’t have a clue when I first came across one. The answer is here.
“Don’t ever think that magic is simply somebody taking a rabbit out of a hat. Our ancestors believed in magic and were right for the wrong reasons — for the most part they believed that magic was evil, not good. But the magic that lies all about you, from your own body to that of an elephant, to a fly’s wing as intricate as anything that lets the sunlight into Chartres Cathedral, to the great surging sea itself — that is magic. Anyone who goes through life unastounded by everything he sees is not alive.” — Gerald Durrell, Myself and Other Animals (2024), “Fragments from unpublished autobiography”
Glowworms above the Waitomo Stream, Waitomo Glowworm Cave, New Zealand (Image)
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• Glow with the Flow #1
If reading continually reteaches you how to think, television is a perpetual anesthetic. Philosophy, history, complex thought are all impossible on the tube: “Its form works against the content.” — Noah McCormack, “We Used to Read Things in This Country”, The Baffler #81, November 2025
“Descending Toward the Moon” (1951) by Chesley Bonestell (1888–1986)
Saturn through a 6″ telescope (Reddit)
“Our fantastic civilization has fallen out of touch with many aspects of nature, and with none more completely than with night. Primitive folk, gathered at a cave mouth round a fire, do not fear night; they fear, rather, the energies and creatures to whom night gives power; we of the age of the machines, having delivered ourselves of nocturnal enemies, now have a dislike of night itself. With lights and ever more lights, we drive the holiness and beauty of night back to the forests and the sea; the little villages, the cross-roads even, will have none of it. Are modern folk, perhaps, afraid of night? Do they fear that vast serenity, the mystery of infinite space, the austerity of stars?” — Henry Beston (1888-1968), The Outermost House, 1933
Seedhead of a dandelion, Taraxacum sp., growing thru seat-slats of a bench
Overlord In Terms of Core Issues Around Maximal Engagement with Key Notions of the Über-Feral 
