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A | A naturally occurring subterranean cavern that forms when the opinionated gather to argue about trifles. Given enough nest-feathering, posturing and guano, even the most robust topic will tend to fray and weaken and may in time collapse: those discussing it suddenly find themselves in a dungeon of their own making, not knowing how they got there, but rather enjoying it all the same. | ||
Oubliettes have a cosmological quality: like any [[Schwarzschild radius of institutional ennui|black hole]], they are impossible to see ''directly''. We detect them only by their signature detritus: crushed aspirations of clarity and elegance, swirling around an [[event horizon]] of [[pedantry]] like so many gossamer dreams of greatness, gurgling around a galaxy-sized plughole. We enter these [[space-tedium]] [[Singularity|singularities]] often, but always unwittingly, and it is only when scrabbling desperately for a way back ''out'' that we realise just what we have fallen into. | |||
Latest revision as of 07:33, 25 August 2024
A naturally occurring subterranean cavern that forms when the opinionated gather to argue about trifles. Given enough nest-feathering, posturing and guano, even the most robust topic will tend to fray and weaken and may in time collapse: those discussing it suddenly find themselves in a dungeon of their own making, not knowing how they got there, but rather enjoying it all the same.
Oubliettes have a cosmological quality: like any black hole, they are impossible to see directly. We detect them only by their signature detritus: crushed aspirations of clarity and elegance, swirling around an event horizon of pedantry like so many gossamer dreams of greatness, gurgling around a galaxy-sized plughole. We enter these space-tedium singularities often, but always unwittingly, and it is only when scrabbling desperately for a way back out that we realise just what we have fallen into.