08 april 2025
god when the tower fell it didn't even feel like anything had changed.
you may want to go back and read the other route, if you haven't.
i dropped dataplankton long before i realized i had done it. it suffered from the very reason i wrote it: i could not see further development, i could not see the journey or even an end point really.
i used to have a vision of sorts. i'd transition in silence. not in secret, exactly, but i'd build my tower as tall as i could before god turned its wrathful eye towards my work. and i did. but as it turns out, once the tower fell there was barely even rubble left. the land was scourged as if nothing had happened.
to leave allegory: i could not do it. i could not bring myself to say what i had to say. and how could i? what could i possibly have expected? i had forgotten that after the tower falls there comes the confusion of languages.
dataplankton remains unfinished as does the tower of babel. needless to say it at this point, two years since last writing anything to do with it. i'm fine with this, though it's always a little sad to drop a work in progress like this. but honestly, it evolved and fed other parts of my work so it really did see a future indirectly. whenever i draw post-human trans joy i'm working within the world "never be alone again"-narrator built. and i'm still a tower freak.
one day i'll build babel again.