you try to stop the next monk who passes. you know it's forbidden to talk to the monks, but you have to. please, you say. please, I need - the monk pauses, looks at you with their deep, reflective eyes. Mmmmmmmmm, says the monk. lowers their head again, sways off. oh thank you, you say. yes I see. but the monk has moved away now, not listening to you
( vladimir, Fri 29 May 2026, 0:14, archived)

and you realise, with the quiet changenoise of a small pebble being dropped through the still surface of a lake. glop, goes the thought, into, or perhaps out of, your mind. moonks, you think to yourself. of course, moonks
( vladimir, Fri 29 May 2026, 0:35, archived)