The pale is the trash that slowly filled up my entire living space when I had severe depression.
At least mine is mostly just empty cans and empty cigarette packs so its not that nasty but it looks real bad.
Huh, and here I thought it was a climate change metaphor. Feelin’ pretty stupid now!
The Pale is actually a metaphor for how the washing machine keeps eating my socks
The pale hits different now that we’re burning the planet to fuel glorified chatbots and image generators
"“An uproar of matter, darling, rising into the pale. Rolling. Evaporating even, a great vision. The area of transition between the world and the pale is called porch collapse. Imagine a grey coronal mist, cold vapour, marked by spores of an opportunistic microorganism – a mould that’s adapted to grow at the edge of the unrest. It’s… It’s difficult to describe – or even measure – something whose fundamental property is the suspension of properties: physical, epistemological, linguistic…”
The pale works pretty well as an allegory for what’s going on inside this guy’s head, right down to the part about spores of an opportunistic microorganism.
