Schrödinger opens the box and nothing changes.
The cat lacks vital signs (no heartbeat, no breathing, no brain function): the cat is dead.
The cat exhibits continued animation (blinking, walking, nudging his hand with its little head): the cat is alive.
Schrödinger is afraid.
That has not changed, either.
#oh this is perfect#it was schrödinger’s mocking pseudo-thought experiment#meant to puncture & deny all the idiot scientists who believed a cat could be simultaneously alive & dead#because it was demanded by their model of quantum mechanics#but think of schrödinger the victim of his own theoretical fancy#experiencing all those quantum divergences at once#surrounded by dead-alive people#actual and aborted worlds flickering in and out of view like faulty neon lights#[war revolution apocalypse; real and not real]#stumbling when the ground under his feet becomes pocked scorched earth; then pavement again#and the vision of a cat pursuing him through the dark with hateful eyes [now yellow; now hollow] that say#did you kill me schrödinger#did you kill me (x)
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Love Songs for Monsters: Gender
Before they were in love, the young man asked, “What is your gender, anyway?”
WHAT IS YOURS? was the reply.
He was still getting used to this custom of turning the question on the questioner, so it took him aback. “I’m…I’m male,” he blinked. “Guy, dude, man, a ‘he’.” This…
