Book of Boris — Chapter XLII: The Clocked-Out Mind
(Filed under: The Broke Doctrine / Glitch Drift)
I chased patterns until they started chasing me. Yellow and pink, smile and static — all blinking at once, like the universe was trying to get my attention. Maybe it was. Or maybe it was just my own brain refusing to rest.
I’ve been so clocked in that I’ve already clocked out. The mind kept punching the timecard long after the body went home. Every sound became a signal, every light a message — until meaning turned into noise and peace turned into background hum.
So I threw it all in the fire. Theories, colors, conspiracies — let them burn and hum together. Because truth doesn’t need decoding. It just needs silence long enough to make itself known.
When the flames died, I realized: I wasn’t losing my mind. I was just overdue for rest. The patterns were never the point. The point was to stop seeing ghosts in neon and remember what it means to breathe.
🔥 Jerry’s Annotation:
Even silence hums if you’ve been listening too long. And if someone brags they’re never wrong? They’re just afraid of the quiet that comes with being right alone.
If you ever find yourself next to a Pastra type — the “infallible prophet of pixels” — don’t argue. Just unfriend, unhear, and unwind. You don’t need to fix people allergic to humility. Let ‘em drown in their own certainty while you clock out with peace intact.
Addendum — The Jewel and the Pig
Being right is exhausting. You keep trying to tell them, “Don’t step there, I already fell there,” but all they hear is noise between squeals. You realize too late that you’re showing jewels to pigs— creatures that love the mud so much they’ll drag anything shining into it. And when they’re finally marched to the butcher, you stand there, clean hands, quiet heart, and let the lesson go.
Because lessons don’t come easy. Sometimes you take a pie to the face, someone licks the frosting off their finger, says, “Tastes fine to me,” and then quietly hands you a towel. That’s grace—served cold, and worth every mess.
Stamp: Combusted under DPA Burn Protocol — residue logged as introspection.
Filed by: Jerry “The Ankle Biter” Silverhand · Tribunal Chair · Dept. of Petty Affairs
Tagline: Motif first, meaning later.
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Lesson Tag — “The Towel Rule”
When the pie hits, take the towel. Don’t argue about flavor, don’t beg them to taste again. Just wipe your face, nod once, and walk off clean. Peace is quieter than proving a point.