BOUNDARY CONDITIONS Transcension of the self following the death of magic: Act 5 Image description: A dark space full of repeating columns supporting a roof SHARP FOURTH stood waiting, under skies bright through the dead grey facades the dismal reality of a suburban hell forms an unfitting frame the breeze blows, gust after gust a standalone tree sways; beauty, green and vibrant unaware of its captors my attempts to rationalise it categorise it, as I had been taught fall short and insufficient there must be something more An Investigation Into the Material Properties of Lunar Stone Surface Research Group Dr. REDACT, Dr. REDACT Dr. REDACT, Dr. Aileen Strus Dr. REDACT Abstract On the 14th of April REDACT, the on-board Thorne-Newbridge energy field detector in a Surface Research Group monitoring station located within the REDACT National Park recorded an Anomalous Energy Event (AEE). This event was flagged by our researchers due to the recordings similarity to a previous experiment conducted on the REDACT Lunar Mission, during which another Thorne-Newbridge energy field detector on the landing pod recorded the background TN field of the Lunar surface. April 14th's event also drew the attention of local authorities as it coincided with the disappearance of Brigid an Saol. This paper will explore the relations between Lunar material, AEEs and the disappearance of personnel through a thorough investigation into the material properties of a sample of Lunar stone gathered during the REDACT Lunar Mission. Methodology In a cold hallway, wait until your arms lose strength and your legs give out. Blood pumping at dizzying speeds and a mind on fire. Become engulfed in the tunnel that presents itself to you; its walls like an angry crowd pulling and scratching at your limbs. Any longer and you would be ripped to shreds. Like an awful honey, the remnants of a hive that met a hornet, your humours course which such force as to break their vessels. Under cold lights, see the insides of your eyes; its slender veins sprawling and spiralling like a tree in winter. Step off this horse now and let my bones become twisted and petrified; my blood viscous and unmoving I'm set in place like stone. in my naïvety I dedicated myself to the wrong cause; wrapped up in the method I neglected my own principals I neglected my own health a healthy dose of scepticism is enough to poison a whale to lose inertia and crash a flaming wreck a spectacle for onlookers foetal shaped mess weakened muscles convincing themselves to run a marathon in place self deluded I convinced myself my work means something anois, gan féin tá brón orm To my sweetheart. I am sorry for not being around this morning but I needed to catch the sunrise over the hilltops to get myself in the right headspace for writing. I forgot to ask you to pick up some new handsoap while you were out last. I need to stop getting so caught up in my writing for both our sakes! Stay safe and I will have dinner ready for when you are back. Imogen why did you pick this all these choices you should have picked something else whats wrong with me/you you fucked up now you fucked up now you fucked up now you fucked up now stop tripping over yourself my legs wont work my hips ache get over yourself I'll be okay dont need your input shit shit shit shit shit shit shit shit shit shit STOP IT'S FINE CALM DOWN haha haha haha haha haha haha haha haha in a clean room::a sterilised place of worship neutral [in the eyes of the arrogant] a weapon [in the hands of the damned] a tool [by all means] ensnared and entangled in its neighbours; corridors of our own devising occupy the same space as passage&&portal transient space we can/cannot process the white walls and cold floors, washed in a wretched aura >> aims to go beyond to transcend by quarter 4; go inbetween for profit and strategy; corrupt this space before our competitors in our hands a weapon for once, clarity i learn(my purpose), my work(gains meaning) an gealach, tá brón orm ach críochnoidh mé é seo anois. her beauty ensnaredl in wires and pribes << I sever. a sabotage untamed energy, a fierce aura like lightening bright, full and shining -> strikes me I relinquish my place in the rubble, I misalign I occupy a superposition I cross the event horizon METAMORPHOSIS BEGINS with one final dust filled breath, I form a new self. ∎ Image description: Aileen Strus is now standing, newly formed wings, in the afformentioned dark space. A concerned look on her face with tears in her eyes and a rip in her torso where she was struck. Despite her injury she remains mobile and standing as if nothing happened. Through tears: Hello...? Is anyone there? Lost and upset: ... REALISE IT eolaíocht agus asarlaíocht chailltéar na teorainneacha cosíul le gaineamh athrúonn mo choirp ag tuaslaig rugadh mé i spás nua le tuismitheor gan aghaidh chaillim mo chludach tógaim form nua I SPREAD MY WINGS the stars are beautiful tonight I've never seen them so bright, full and shining I crossed the threshold and the grass is greener Dia duit, mo ghrá