Iris Obscura
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Do I come across as crass?
Do you find me base?
Am I an intellectual?
Or an effed-up idiot savant spewing nonsense, like... *beep*
Is this even funny?
I suppose not. But, then again, why not?
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Spinning Shields
Some songs don’t just play; they grab you by the gut and squeeze. “Love Is a Shield” by Camouflage is that song for me this year. It doesn’t coddle or console. It hammers. It pulls my insides out and lays them bare. The synths rise and fall like waves, unrelenting yet strangely soothing, a mirror to the chaos and quiet of my life. It plays as I walk through the ruins of everything that was supposed to last.
By Iris Obscuraabout a year ago in Beat
The Witness
“Forever is just another word for boring.” The sun never sets here. Not in the Oasis. Not in the perfect little bubble we built to stave off the apocalypse like some billionaire with too much ambition and not enough sense. The skies are frozen in the magic of 2050’s summer glow—where every shadow stretches just enough to be mysterious but never oppressive, and the air carries a breeze soft enough to feel like a lover’s sigh.
By Iris Obscuraabout a year ago in Futurism
Iris Diaries: Motile Stillness
You first noticed it on a Tuesday - or was it a Thursday? Does it even matter? The days all blur when that weight creeps in. One minute, you’re fine - sipping lukewarm coffee, staring out the window at some asshole walking their tiny yapping dog - and the next, it’s there. Settling over your shoulders like an old, damp coat you didn’t realize you were wearing. That’s how it gets you. Not with some grand arrival, no horns blaring, no warning. It slithers in, soft and quiet, hissing sweet nothings about how nothing fucking matters anyway.
By Iris ObscuraExclusive • about a year ago
Where is She?
The shoe sits there, alone in the damp, narrow alley, its once-pristine white leather now streaked with grime and streaks of rain-soaked filth. It shouldn’t be there – not here, not like this. It feels wrong, impossibly wrong. There’s no partner shoe lying nearby, no scatter of belongings, no evidence of a chaotic escape or frantic departure. Just this singular shoe, defiant and haunting in its solitude. And silence – an oppressive, heavy silence that presses against your chest and settles like a stone in your gut.
By Iris Obscuraabout a year ago in Criminal
Wait For Me
You see her, just once - through the grimy tram window, her face flickering in the faint glow of a dream you barely remember. It’s a ghost of a memory, lingering in the cobwebbed corners of your mind, whispering something fragile, something sacred. A Japanese girl, standing in the quiet corners of your youth, saying, “Wait for me.” Her voice was soft, like moth wings brushing against a paper lantern. But it wasn’t Japan. Hell, it wasn’t anywhere. Just a dream – a hazy fragment from when you were still a shy little mouse, scurrying through a Paris hostel. Back then, you couldn’t even brave the communal showers, clutching your towel like a shield against the terrifying vastness of strangers.
By Iris Obscuraabout a year ago in Humans
The Central Argument
Alright, let’s cut through the crap and get straight to the heart of the matter, shall we? Let’s talk about immortality - that big, shiny, forbidden fruit hanging from the tree of knowledge. The ultimate prize, the crown jewel of human aspiration. And here’s the kicker - it’s not just some far-fetched fantasy dreamt up by sci-fi writers or religious zealots. No, love, it’s a real possibility, dangling just out of reach, waiting for us to stop faffing about and grab it with both hands.
By Iris Obscuraabout a year ago in Longevity
The Paradox of Progress
Let's talk about "progress." That seductive promise that tomorrow will always be better than today. We’ve all bought into it, haven’t we? The grand illusion that humanity is on an unbroken march toward greatness, that every shiny new gadget and every breakthrough in tech is another step closer to some utopian paradise where all our problems are solved, and everyone’s sipping mojitos on the moon. But here’s the rub, love - it’s all a bit of a con, isn’t it?
By Iris Obscuraabout a year ago in Futurism
The Infinite Pursuit
Imagine this, mate: You wake up to the soul-shattering blare of your alarm. It’s 6:30 a.m., and before your brain's even fully booted up, your hand is already groping around for your phone - that glowing rectangle of perpetual distraction. You squint into its glaring light, eyes barely open, and there it is: a barrage of notifications. Social media pings, emails screaming for attention, news alerts about the latest doom and gloom. The world’s on fire again, apparently, but hey, here’s a cat video to make it all better.
By Iris Obscuraabout a year ago in Longevity
Beyond the Binary
The digital art revolution has gifted us a novel form of visual creation: synthography. Born from the marriage of advanced algorithms and human imagination, synthography utilizes artificial intelligence to render into being previously inconceivable landscapes, portraits, and abstract visions. However, its nascent presence has sparked a firestorm of debate, with the very question of its legitimacy as an art form fueling endless discourse.
By Iris Obscura2 years ago in Art
NSFW Nude Art. Content Warning.
From the earliest prehistoric cave paintings to the revered marble sculptures of the ancient Greeks, the classic masterpieces of the Renaissance, and even the contemporary photographs of the digital age, nudity has consistently been a pivotal element in the art world. Not Safe For Work (NSFW) nude art, which encompasses explicit and often sexual portrayals of the human form, is intrinsically rooted in these rich artistic traditions. Its contributions to shaping the art world are undeniable, and it serves as a provocative tool to challenge societal norms, push boundaries, and broaden perspectives on nudity and human sexuality. When executed with finesse and thoughtfulness, it surpasses the realms of gratuitous explicitness and vulgarity, evolving into an eloquent expression of human experience and autonomy.
By Iris Obscura3 years ago in Art
