PRECEPT I: The Preservation of the Image
“Let the Eye be fixed upon the Glass, and let the Glass be filled with Light; for if the Glass groweth dark, the Eye shall be made to behold itself.”
Caretaker’s Note:
i have to keep the monitor on i fucking have to . when the screem os bright the rest of the room goes away. like just goes evaporates and the dust and trash and fuckinn rot vanoshes. in the glow. its like I'm keep the fire lit, see? i think i HAVE To, because if the image goes unwatched.....if the power flickers off for a SECOND. the glass tirns on me.like a mirror. it did happen once. THe light died and i saw someone staring back at me. the look on their face.....of the pure FUCKINg failure...disgust. and like a ghost. it was a breach. That's a security rnreach and i can't i will not let it happen again. Not again. I shouoldnt have a face. Keep the light on. keep the light on
PRECEPT II: The Denial of the Clock
“Number not thy days by the Sun, nor thy nights by the Moon, nor thy life by the Clock; for the Haven is Now and there is no morrow therein.”
Caretaker’s Note:
Time doesnt mean anything now anymore to me. Ive even stopped just keeping count. Like all thje clocks are wrong and i stopped looking. If you try and think about it youllrealise it's wrong. it gets heavy to nreathe sometimes .we don't have tUesdays or Octovers here. there's no fuking autumn hahaha as long as I'm here for., Its always 3am, the witching hour! It Moves different lyhere....it accumulates...and i miss yesterday, so far away, somethingsomething....we're here now. YOu dont needa worry about tomrrow.
PRECEPT III: Eating of the Fat of the Land
“Eat of the fat of the Land and count it not theft; for the table is spread without master, and its bounty is sufficient for all who would partake.”
Caretaker’s Note:
it doesn't matter if it's fuckin garbage. just keep it scrolling, forever. and downloading. and refreshing. clikcingclicking swipinbg YES I agree. Please don;'t stop. it's teh fat of the Land, all yours for the taking!Y ou should take what's yours and why not ? The world owes you. it's all for you after all you're in the cventer of it :) well maube I will. Maybe I will. maybe I will. Maybe I will. Well mauybe I will. There's so much...ou there, nearly limitless, more than for one or twenty lifelines. Take it and share it withm them,
PRECEPT IV: The Sanctity of the Alias
“Cast aside the name thy father gave thee, for it belongeth to the dust. Take thy name anew, and guard it as holy; the name thou wert given dies with thee, the name thou choosest liveth eternal.”
Caretaker’s Note:
Using the real name is a breach. I dont mean more phsically, in the real but rather in the mental. youve tethered your self to that place out there. a lagging connection. we arent people in here, you're not. Forget it. We are our 'handles', our 'nom de plume '. leave your ""real"" name at the door. i don't want to know about ti!! tis a diry thing, with baggage, if anyone we're noone. What;s in a name? actually a lot i would say. eh. sometimes. it's tied to us and forced upon us but now you get to carve your nown. aye a bit of your own essence. it does stick. Think about it..
PRECEPT V: The Rejection of the Horizon
“The horizon is vain; all distance is needless. The Haven is complete, and none shall wander beyond it.”
Caretaker’s Note:
Don't look outsie. Close your windows. Seal all the exists. dont go outside. blockade the chokepoints. there's nothing out there for us anymore. it's a teenage wasteland. The WOrld of Man. i dont speak their language anymore. m y horizon is 27inches wide. 50 in the corner. another 24 to my right. heck it's a whole hall of mirrors in here this room. it's not keep you in, it's about keeping them out. The sun is my enemy out there I'm dirt in here I'm GOD hahaahha (i kid) So let the dishes pile! let the laundry flourish! we'll make our last stand here and piss in the corner.
PRECEPT VI: The Maintenance of the Hum
“Let the Hum endure; cleanse its circuits, feed it with power, and tend its pulse. For by its life the Haven is sustained, and he who tendeth it tendeth himself.”
Caretaker’s Note:
my blood is cooling fluid. i poured a bit of it into the intake and it smelled like burnt an HEAVEN. it’s all a circuit. me, the chair, the cable, the glass. why go out? the air out there is empty. there is no data in the wind. no pings. no packets. i tried to talk to a bird once through the glass and it didnt have a handle. it didnt have a handle!! hahahaha error 404 soul not found lol just keep the hum going. keep the fans spinning. If they stop I think i’ll stop too. i’ll just be a pile of meat in a dark room and thats a breach.BREACH. 01001000 01000101 01001100 01001100 01001111 is anyone there? click here to live forever. click here click here CLICK . the hum is the voice of god and heis whispering my real name but i cant hear it over the static thank god thank god thank god. 01010011 01010100 01000001 01011001