Tom's26

With every letter, I, will explore everything, in ever possible way.

A collection of esoteric essays, personal ponderings, powerful poems, short stories and judicial journalism

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I am in year 13, the last year of my formal education. 2026 which will be the most formative year of my life and the most important for society as a whole. Right now I feel that my creativity is not affecting the world as much as it could, thus I have started this portfolio to convey my critical position on technology, culture, politics, media and, well, life.

  • 999 – Hell0 winter 2025

    Preface: I am not especially proud of this post’s quality but I have something cooking and this was a nice placeholder and intro to the blog’s true beginning.

    Today is the 9th of the 9th month: September (which should really be the seventh month exsept its not.) Now for the interesting bit 2 + 0 + 2 + 5 + 9.

    In numerology 9 is a very important number, it is the biggest number after 9 every number can be turned into single digits. For instance 13 is 4. 1 +3 = 4. Of course these double digit numbers still have significant meaning independently but when numerologised they still have an interestingly similar – sometimes broader, sometimes narrower meaning. Try it yourself. 9 represents the end and therefore also the begiinning.

    9 + 9 + 9 + 27, 2 +7 also equals 9. What the Hell. 999 is also 666 – the mark of the beast

    Henceforth today’s date marks a meaning that no one will understand until tomorrow. However, we can assume that both nature and the not so natural forces of this world will combine to make tomorrow seem no different from yesterday. In 2026 search up the news 999 and you will realise how today was the unlocking of the gateway to hell.

    You will die before you realise the bathtub has slowly boiled you alive, like an egg. Or something like that.

    New blog post titled ‘The first day of year 13. And the days prior’ will be available on Tom’s26 in the coming days explaining my perspective on fashion, time, god and the people who surround me, and presumably you too.

  • Paper – My first poem

    Honestly, I’m scared for what the future may bear 

    a rooted feeling of inevitable despair. 

    I’m sincerely scared if the next world will be fair. 

    I don’t know if we will make it there. 

    Humanity at present is a participatory peace of paper: 

    Crumpled and wrinkly, filled and spilled to its margins, ready to rip and tear. 

    Black and Purple ink, smudged and scribbled leaving only small specks of purity on our side of the paper.  

    The footprints of carbon and capitalists have indefinitely muddied the icy sheet. 

    Very soon the paper will have to flip and flick, before our culture turns to Vapour. 

    This time the paper will be pre-emptively smudged, clouded with our digital footprints. 

    Will we exist in the cloud? 

    Unable to think or be heard in the loudness  

     will we speak and write or be constricted and constrained to text? 

    Will we consume clout until we reach the other side? Will we even move onto the next?  

    Or will we stay rooted to the paper?  

    We are small yet significant A slithering slice of the universal tree forever growing greener and greater. 

    Doomed. It’s perfectly ample, our disobedience has banished – no. Barred? No. Blocked!  

    Us from paradise. 

    On his planet, to survive and thrive you feel like you must don a disguise 

    You. In reality, to survive and thrive need only to ingest, inject and die gest: 

    Ingest Food 

    Inject News 

    And Digest the trinity of philosophy religion spirituality. Those make me blessed, chaperoning me on my quest, to do the best. 

    Father, will you rescue them with the blue beam of the Rapture? 

    OR will Technology trespass? Abandoning them at the scrapyard. 

    Beware, for I am the Bard.