Today’s the day · References · Noris files something · Harness Your Bizarreness · Protected: C-whY? · the temple wind blew through me
You’ve found the other side. Çyborg’s world. I’m Noris Singleton. I keep the archive and mind the doors. Have a look around. Some of it is open. Some of it requires a key. You’ll work out which is which.
N.S.P
The first dispatch is here: Ç whY? The password is public.
show me the password
Pencil
You still have to type it in.
7am Woke up at Nikki’s and watered her plants. 7:30am Cycled to the Repton Boxing Club. Didn’t run or skip too much, just did what I could. Boss was late tsk tsk!! 8:30am Went for a coffee after at the caf. 9am Cycled up Curtain Road with Nina, Simoneing loudly about how marriage is for…
This is where Noris keeps the sources. Not a bibliography — Noris is not writing an academic paper, and anybody who’s been in this building for more than five minutes will have noticed as much. More like a list of what’s owed a mention. People who were there. Texts that went in. Places that did…
Summer of 2021. Carnival Squat. There were a corridor on the second floor that smelled of woodsmoke all the way through July. Middle of summer, not a fire lit anywhere in the building that Noris could account for, and it smelled of woodsmoke. Nobody could explain it. Someone said — and Noris thought they were…
I have been hanging upside down long enough to know that the world looks different from here. Not wrong. Just different. The blood rushes to the head, the obvious becomes strange, the strange: obvious. What I keep seeing, from this angle, is how many extraordinary people are walking around undervalued. Not because they lack talent.…
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All the temple doors were closed. But the vibes shone through. Then I noticed the front door was wide open and the wind blew through me. I was having a very hard Monday morning to put it mildly. So I decided to seek solace at the Neasden Temple down the road. Security was particularly eager,…