#labyrinth — Public Fediverse posts
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The labyrinth at Sapan Hin.... a leftover of the Thailand Biennale #labyrinth #Phuket
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The labyrinth at Sapan Hin.... a leftover of the Thailand Biennale #labyrinth #Phuket
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Karten, Schlüssel und wichtige Dokumente haben eines gemeinsam: Wenn sie verteilt werden, schlagen sich die ansonsten gut befreundeten Charaktere um diese Gegenstände, aber wenn sie dann benötigt werden, hat sie keiner dabei.
Es ist immer dasselbe. Aber auch das gehört zum Rollenspiel!
#KleineHelden #Cartoon #pnpde #Labyrinth #Irrgarten #Rollenspiel
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Karten, Schlüssel und wichtige Dokumente haben eines gemeinsam: Wenn sie verteilt werden, schlagen sich die ansonsten gut befreundeten Charaktere um diese Gegenstände, aber wenn sie dann benötigt werden, hat sie keiner dabei.
Es ist immer dasselbe. Aber auch das gehört zum Rollenspiel!
#KleineHelden #Cartoon #pnpde #Labyrinth #Irrgarten #Rollenspiel
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Free download codes:
Demiurgo - Daidalos (concept EP)
"Enter a labyrinth of evolving synths and dark textures with this electronic concept EP based on the myth of Daedalus."
#electronic #experimental #darkambient #electronica #idm #instrumental #synth #berlinschool #progressive #retrowave #italy #labyrinth #music
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Free download codes:
Demiurgo - Daidalos (concept EP)
"Enter a labyrinth of evolving synths and dark textures with this electronic concept EP based on the myth of Daedalus."
#electronic #experimental #darkambient #electronica #idm #instrumental #synth #berlinschool #progressive #retrowave #italy #labyrinth #music
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Das Labyrinth will einladen, sich auf den Weg zu machen. Am Ende des Weges wartet die Mitte.
Labyrinth mit drei Achsen und drei Umgängen
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I somewhat recently watched Labyrinth (1986) for the first time. You know, the one where David Bowie fondles his orbs. 😆
I found it to be a rather enjoyable film, a bizarre blend of The Wizard of Oz and Alice in Wonderland.
I hope there never comes a day where I become tired of seeing puppets from the Jim Henson Company. Honestly, they're reason enough for me to return to this movie, as I never get tired of seeing the immense effort and craft put into these characters, no matter how minor.
The musical numbers were a bit of a low point for me, though. To be fair, musicals in general are very hit or miss for me, so hard to pin down whether that's an issue of personal taste or the movie.
Anyway, it's a fun, bizarre fantasy film that didn't quite leave me in love with it, but definitely would be interested in returning to again.
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I somewhat recently watched Labyrinth (1986) for the first time. You know, the one where David Bowie fondles his orbs. 😆
I found it to be a rather enjoyable film, a bizarre blend of The Wizard of Oz and Alice in Wonderland.
I hope there never comes a day where I become tired of seeing puppets from the Jim Henson Company. Honestly, they're reason enough for me to return to this movie, as I never get tired of seeing the immense effort and craft put into these characters, no matter how minor.
The musical numbers were a bit of a low point for me, though. To be fair, musicals in general are very hit or miss for me, so hard to pin down whether that's an issue of personal taste or the movie.
Anyway, it's a fun, bizarre fantasy film that didn't quite leave me in love with it, but definitely would be interested in returning to again.
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📚✨ Behold: an index of book prizes so labyrinthine it makes the Dewey Decimal System look like a children's pop-up book. It's a veritable #cornucopia of #data nobody asked for, complete with a beg-a-thon for donations. 🤪💸
https://book-prize-index.vercel.app #bookprizes #labyrinth #donationrequest #HackerNews #ngated -
📚✨ Behold: an index of book prizes so labyrinthine it makes the Dewey Decimal System look like a children's pop-up book. It's a veritable #cornucopia of #data nobody asked for, complete with a beg-a-thon for donations. 🤪💸
https://book-prize-index.vercel.app #bookprizes #labyrinth #donationrequest #HackerNews #ngated -
🤖 Ah, another thrilling #adventure in the land of jargon! 🤓 This "tutorial" promises to be the magical gateway to formal verification—if only you survive the #labyrinth of repetitive links and redundant headings. 🎢 Spoiler alert: you'll be longing for the sweet release of #reading actual #code. 💤
https://hashcloak.com/blog/tutorial-introduction-to-formal-verification-with-lean-(part-1) #formalverification #tutorial #jargon #experience #HackerNews #ngated -
🤖 Ah, another thrilling #adventure in the land of jargon! 🤓 This "tutorial" promises to be the magical gateway to formal verification—if only you survive the #labyrinth of repetitive links and redundant headings. 🎢 Spoiler alert: you'll be longing for the sweet release of #reading actual #code. 💤
https://hashcloak.com/blog/tutorial-introduction-to-formal-verification-with-lean-(part-1) #formalverification #tutorial #jargon #experience #HackerNews #ngated -
For Day 21 of #FlashFictionMonth, it's David Bowie Day! Find out what the goblins from Labyrinth are up to 40 years on.
#FlashFiction #flashfic #AmWriting #DavidBowie #Labyrinthhttps://damonwakes.wordpress.com/2026/07/21/i-keep-forgettin/
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For Day 21 of #FlashFictionMonth, it's David Bowie Day! Find out what the goblins from Labyrinth are up to 40 years on.
#FlashFiction #flashfic #AmWriting #DavidBowie #Labyrinthhttps://damonwakes.wordpress.com/2026/07/21/i-keep-forgettin/
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RE: https://eldritch.cafe/@temptoetiam/116815465700863820
People were sketching much the same things 250 years ago! #labyrinth #maze #18thcentury #drawing
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RE: https://eldritch.cafe/@temptoetiam/116815465700863820
People were sketching much the same things 250 years ago! #labyrinth #maze #18thcentury #drawing
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The public restroom: the facility that answers the question "What would it be like to enter the Bog of Eternal Stench?"
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The public restroom: the facility that answers the question "What would it be like to enter the Bog of Eternal Stench?"
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Tonight's plans are Thai curry and watching Labyrinth.
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Tonight's plans are Thai curry and watching Labyrinth.
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Fuga dal Labirinto Incantato for the TI-99/4A
https://youtu.be/4X-wkokEMs8?si=Z3EicTfA2uWgcZJx
#FugadalLabirintoIncantato #TI994A #Maze #Labyrinth #Italian
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The Places in My Dreams
The world within, the world of my dreams, is similar to the one I walk through every day. But it is different.
The streets bend strangely. The rooms open where they should not. The people and places are often indifferent to me, and sometimes, they are even antagonistic.
They are not merely people and places. They are representations of emotions I have not yet worked through from the previous day. Sixteen waking hours are not enough to fully grasp all that I have experienced, endured, feared, desired, regretted, or misunderstood.
And so, in the night, these things come alive.
They take on faces. They become houses, roads, crowds, locked doors, ruined landscapes, familiar rooms made unfamiliar. They guide me through the shadow lands—not always kindly, but truthfully. They show me what I could not see while awake.
My dreams are not escapes from the day.
They are the day returning in another form, asking to be understood.Some nights I find myself back in places I have never been, and yet they feel older than memory. A school that was never my school. A church with hallways that keep multiplying. A childhood home rearranged by grief. A city I know by instinct, though no map has ever held it.
#ContemplativeWriting #creativeNonfiction #daVinci #dali #dreamCity #dreamJournal #dreams #dreamscape #emotionalGeography #Escher #Fear #gothicReflection #grief #Healing #Imagination #impossibleArchitecture #innerLandscape #innerWorld #KeithLyndaker #labyrinth #longing #MentalHealth #nightVisions #ProsePoem #regret #sacredImagination #selfReflection #shadowLands #shame #SpiritualReflection #subconscious #surrealArt #surrealism #symbolicLandscape #visionaryArt
In these places, I am often trying to get somewhere.
I am late. I am lost. I am looking for someone. I am trying to explain myself to people who will not listen. I am searching for a room, a door, a vehicle, a path, a way home. Sometimes I am carrying something fragile. Sometimes I have forgotten what I was supposed to carry. Sometimes I am responsible for a task I do not understand, surrounded by people who seem to know the rules but refuse to tell me.
This is the cruelty of the dream world: everyone else seems initiated.
They move through the strange landscape as if it is ordinary. They know which hallway leads out, which road is safe, which bus to board, which door not to open. I am the stranger in a world that somehow belongs to me. I am the dreamer, and yet I am not in control.
Perhaps this is why the places feel antagonistic. They do not hate me. They are simply unwilling to flatter me. They will not pretend I am finished with what I have not faced. They will not comfort me with easy explanations. They turn my emotions into architecture and ask me to walk through them.
Fear becomes a narrow bridge.
Regret becomes a house with too many locked rooms.
Anger becomes a storm on the edge of town.
Shame becomes a crowd that sees me before I am ready to be seen.
Grief becomes a road that always returns to the same place.
And longing—longing becomes a light in a window I can never quite reach.
I wake from these dreams with the feeling that I have traveled farther than my body could have gone. I have crossed cities, fields, stairways, basements, sanctuaries, ruins, and train stations. I have spoken with the dead and avoided the living. I have been judged by strangers and ignored by friends. I have wandered through the unfinished weather of my own soul.
Then morning comes, and the ordinary world returns.
The walls are where I left them. The floor is solid. The dog needs to go out. The coffee waits. The phone glows with its small demands. The day begins again, pretending to be separate from the night.
But I know better.
The dream has left its residue. A feeling follows me, sometimes faint, sometimes heavy. A hallway from the dream lingers inside the hallway of the house. A face from the night appears behind the face of someone I know. A mood clings to the morning like fog.
The shadow lands do not vanish when I wake.
They retreat.
They wait beneath the visible world, beneath errands and conversations, beneath sermons and chores, beneath the version of myself that knows how to answer when someone asks, “How are you?”
I say, “I’m fine.”
But somewhere beneath that answer, an entire city is still burning, or flooding, or rebuilding itself in the dark. -
The Places in My Dreams
The world within, the world of my dreams, is similar to the one I walk through every day. But it is different.
The streets bend strangely. The rooms open where they should not. The people and places are often indifferent to me, and sometimes, they are even antagonistic.
They are not merely people and places. They are representations of emotions I have not yet worked through from the previous day. Sixteen waking hours are not enough to fully grasp all that I have experienced, endured, feared, desired, regretted, or misunderstood.
And so, in the night, these things come alive.
They take on faces. They become houses, roads, crowds, locked doors, ruined landscapes, familiar rooms made unfamiliar. They guide me through the shadow lands—not always kindly, but truthfully. They show me what I could not see while awake.
My dreams are not escapes from the day.
They are the day returning in another form, asking to be understood.Some nights I find myself back in places I have never been, and yet they feel older than memory. A school that was never my school. A church with hallways that keep multiplying. A childhood home rearranged by grief. A city I know by instinct, though no map has ever held it.
#ContemplativeWriting #creativeNonfiction #daVinci #dali #dreamCity #dreamJournal #dreams #dreamscape #emotionalGeography #Escher #Fear #gothicReflection #grief #Healing #Imagination #impossibleArchitecture #innerLandscape #innerWorld #KeithLyndaker #labyrinth #longing #MentalHealth #nightVisions #ProsePoem #regret #sacredImagination #selfReflection #shadowLands #shame #SpiritualReflection #subconscious #surrealArt #surrealism #symbolicLandscape #visionaryArt
In these places, I am often trying to get somewhere.
I am late. I am lost. I am looking for someone. I am trying to explain myself to people who will not listen. I am searching for a room, a door, a vehicle, a path, a way home. Sometimes I am carrying something fragile. Sometimes I have forgotten what I was supposed to carry. Sometimes I am responsible for a task I do not understand, surrounded by people who seem to know the rules but refuse to tell me.
This is the cruelty of the dream world: everyone else seems initiated.
They move through the strange landscape as if it is ordinary. They know which hallway leads out, which road is safe, which bus to board, which door not to open. I am the stranger in a world that somehow belongs to me. I am the dreamer, and yet I am not in control.
Perhaps this is why the places feel antagonistic. They do not hate me. They are simply unwilling to flatter me. They will not pretend I am finished with what I have not faced. They will not comfort me with easy explanations. They turn my emotions into architecture and ask me to walk through them.
Fear becomes a narrow bridge.
Regret becomes a house with too many locked rooms.
Anger becomes a storm on the edge of town.
Shame becomes a crowd that sees me before I am ready to be seen.
Grief becomes a road that always returns to the same place.
And longing—longing becomes a light in a window I can never quite reach.
I wake from these dreams with the feeling that I have traveled farther than my body could have gone. I have crossed cities, fields, stairways, basements, sanctuaries, ruins, and train stations. I have spoken with the dead and avoided the living. I have been judged by strangers and ignored by friends. I have wandered through the unfinished weather of my own soul.
Then morning comes, and the ordinary world returns.
The walls are where I left them. The floor is solid. The dog needs to go out. The coffee waits. The phone glows with its small demands. The day begins again, pretending to be separate from the night.
But I know better.
The dream has left its residue. A feeling follows me, sometimes faint, sometimes heavy. A hallway from the dream lingers inside the hallway of the house. A face from the night appears behind the face of someone I know. A mood clings to the morning like fog.
The shadow lands do not vanish when I wake.
They retreat.
They wait beneath the visible world, beneath errands and conversations, beneath sermons and chores, beneath the version of myself that knows how to answer when someone asks, “How are you?”
I say, “I’m fine.”
But somewhere beneath that answer, an entire city is still burning, or flooding, or rebuilding itself in the dark. -
Oubliette is one of the most satisfying words of them all.
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Oubliette is one of the most satisfying words of them all.
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🔴 In case you're not in today's stream by minute 15 or so — new opening credits for a new #M1313 season! Happy 40th anniversary, #LabyrinthMovie ❗❗ 🦉👑 youtu.be/8w_c6huClIQ #davidbowie #labyrinth #80smusic #80smovies #fantasy #fanart #cosplay #VTuber #genx #GenXLife #Twitch #radio #SFF #80s #oc #DJ
Happy 40th Anniversary #Labyri... -
🔴 In case you're not in today's stream by minute 15 or so — new opening credits for a new #M1313 season! Happy 40th anniversary, #LabyrinthMovie ❗❗ 🦉👑 youtu.be/8w_c6huClIQ #davidbowie #labyrinth #80smusic #80smovies #fantasy #fanart #cosplay #VTuber #genx #GenXLife #Twitch #radio #SFF #80s #oc #DJ
Happy 40th Anniversary #Labyri... -
The Dance of Dissonance
Sometimes
#brainFog #circleOfLove #danceOfRelationship #dissonance #dock #emotionalBoundaries #emotionalReflection #empathy #GriefAndGrace #healingJourney #humanRelationships #hypervigilance #innerHealing #invisibleStrings #June2026 #labyrinth #marionette #Masks #MentalHealth #pastoralReflection #photorealisticIllustration #relationshipAnxiety #selfCompassion #SelfDoubt #SpiritualReflection #stage #surrealArt #surrealism #symbolicArt #unraveling #vulnerability
I find myself lost
at the end of
a confusing day
trying to decipher labyrinthian relations
and coming up short,
suddenly wondering
how a day I thought good
was not for another,
caught up in
opposing realities
where mine is suspect
and empathy is a struggle.
The brain fog
of past illness
has left its trailing
fingers over my head
like the cigarette smoke
of the man I see one morning standing with his back to me on the dock outside the store where I used to work
and I wonder why he is there.
I am suspicious, feeling responsible for what is no longer mine to care about, so I observe, yet remain at a distance and leave without really discovering if his presence is innocent.
Such is the dance of dissonance.
I am close enough to see your back but too far to see your face clearly,
afraid that if I look too closely I will not like what I see or that I will recognize some ugly part of me.
I want to hear
that which runs
counter to my experience
but I must be honest and say that my capacity to understand the complexities of human behavior is diminishing.
I long for circles that are completely safe,
where the people I pass on the walk home illicit in me feelings other than fear,
lust, guilt, or judgement,
all of which mirror
the overwhelming sense
of dislike
I feel from the
world, and from myself perhaps.
It is my inability to not receive everything personally, this overwhelming sadness, unprotected by my hypervigilance, where I still seem to miss what is most important, and no matter how much I try to hold everything together, I cannot keep things from unraveling.
How do I continue to remain caring and yet not take on burdens that are not mine to carry?
This then is the strange choreography of relationship, the stumbling herky-jerky movements of a marionette pulled by invisible strings, revealed in the bright lights of another angry stage.
Yet we dance.
Through the pain of revelation.
The occasional stepping on of toes.
In the percieved exposure of audience eyes.
Shedding these inadequate masks and costumes one by one.
Finding our own rhythm in the strange movings of this particular
circle of love.
Beg: June 5, 2026
Fin: June 30, 2026 -
The Dance of Dissonance
Sometimes
#brainFog #circleOfLove #danceOfRelationship #dissonance #dock #emotionalBoundaries #emotionalReflection #empathy #GriefAndGrace #healingJourney #humanRelationships #hypervigilance #innerHealing #invisibleStrings #June2026 #labyrinth #marionette #Masks #MentalHealth #pastoralReflection #photorealisticIllustration #relationshipAnxiety #selfCompassion #SelfDoubt #SpiritualReflection #stage #surrealArt #surrealism #symbolicArt #unraveling #vulnerability
I find myself lost
at the end of
a confusing day
trying to decipher labyrinthian relations
and coming up short,
suddenly wondering
how a day I thought good
was not for another,
caught up in
opposing realities
where mine is suspect
and empathy is a struggle.
The brain fog
of past illness
has left its trailing
fingers over my head
like the cigarette smoke
of the man I see one morning standing with his back to me on the dock outside the store where I used to work
and I wonder why he is there.
I am suspicious, feeling responsible for what is no longer mine to care about, so I observe, yet remain at a distance and leave without really discovering if his presence is innocent.
Such is the dance of dissonance.
I am close enough to see your back but too far to see your face clearly,
afraid that if I look too closely I will not like what I see or that I will recognize some ugly part of me.
I want to hear
that which runs
counter to my experience
but I must be honest and say that my capacity to understand the complexities of human behavior is diminishing.
I long for circles that are completely safe,
where the people I pass on the walk home illicit in me feelings other than fear,
lust, guilt, or judgement,
all of which mirror
the overwhelming sense
of dislike
I feel from the
world, and from myself perhaps.
It is my inability to not receive everything personally, this overwhelming sadness, unprotected by my hypervigilance, where I still seem to miss what is most important, and no matter how much I try to hold everything together, I cannot keep things from unraveling.
How do I continue to remain caring and yet not take on burdens that are not mine to carry?
This then is the strange choreography of relationship, the stumbling herky-jerky movements of a marionette pulled by invisible strings, revealed in the bright lights of another angry stage.
Yet we dance.
Through the pain of revelation.
The occasional stepping on of toes.
In the percieved exposure of audience eyes.
Shedding these inadequate masks and costumes one by one.
Finding our own rhythm in the strange movings of this particular
circle of love.
Beg: June 5, 2026
Fin: June 30, 2026 -
This is awesome.
https://www.brothers-brick.com/2026/06/27/celebrating-jim-hensons-labyrinths-40th-anniversary-in-lego/
"New Zealand based builder Centuri Chan paid tribute to the film with a large-scale diorama that blends brick-built characters with a microscale model of the Labyrinth and Goblin City packed with details that fans of the film will appreciate."Also, door knockers.
#labyrinth #lego -
This is awesome.
https://www.brothers-brick.com/2026/06/27/celebrating-jim-hensons-labyrinths-40th-anniversary-in-lego/
"New Zealand based builder Centuri Chan paid tribute to the film with a large-scale diorama that blends brick-built characters with a microscale model of the Labyrinth and Goblin City packed with details that fans of the film will appreciate."Also, door knockers.
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Also discovering David Bowie wore a wig in #Labyrinth and that wasn't just his normal hairstyle was my "Santa isn't real" moment.
