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Prison Blog

In which Possum recounts his experiences as an offender in the system.

Possum Bones is autistic. He has identified as a dirty kid in the past, and he’s attended multiple rainbow gatherings. He has several years left to serve in the Washington Correctional system.

He has been making art since he could sit up. He communicates better in writing than speech. If you are interested in the experience of an autistic person doing prison time, check out his Prison Blog. If you are a fan of comic art, underground/outsider music, Lovecraft, Clarke Ashton Smith, Murakami, Cixui Liu, etc.

Stories, Math, and Existentialism

Who owns a story? The writer? The publisher? The hero? No one can. They don’t actually exist…or do they? Is the paper the physical body of a story, the ink it’s wizened face? If I write a geometric proof, is its existence defined by the template it’s engrained upon? Or, does that myth exist, but in our mind? If it doesn’t then does any part of our mind actually exists? Then, might stories not be as real as math proofs? But, can we decide if math exists outside the mind? If it does, what does that say about stories? Supposing that numbers are a product of reality meeting consciousness, then, are stories? As the symbols can be changed in algebra and still mean the same thing, the letters and words of a story are not its substance but only a means of transmission. The story on the page is dead until it meets the unmanned eye, like the formula.

Elisa Carlson