Ah, Bascule from Iain Banks’ Feersum Endjinn—a narrator who speaks in a phonetically rendered, semi-stream-of-consciousness style, where language is its own living, shifting thing. A challenge to that style would mean capturing something of that immediacy, immersion, and raw, unfiltered awareness, but applying it to Just Sitting—the practice of doing nothing, yet being completely present.
Okay, let’s see how this unfolds:
Just Sitting – A Mindstream Transmission (in the style of Bascule, or at least a playful homage to it)
So U sit. Nuffin to do, nuffin 2 fix. Mind wants to go sumwher, wants to sort fings out, find a prob, work a plan. But na. U sit. Nuffin else. Just sit.
Feel a fidget, a move 2 shift, but sit thoo it. Not coz u shud. Not coz sum big rule sez do not move, but coz—well, coz where wud u go? Here is here. Here is enuff.
Sumthin in U wants to make sumthin of it. Get sumwhere, find sum high state, do a deep bit of Maha-wotsit but na. Jst sit. Jst b. No aim, no path, no goal.
Mind sez, “But!! But!! What’s meant to HAPPN?” Haha. Nuffin. No Happnin. No next fing. No quest. U sit, U see. What rises, what falls. Stuff goes, stuff comes, stuff changes, all on its own. Ur jst watchin. Cept even watchin is a bit much. Watchin still means sumone watchin sumthin.
Maybe jst b in it.
Tingling sumwhere, sum pain? So what? Sum nice feelin? Ok. No need to grab it, no need to shuv it away. Let it do wot it does. Let it run its course. No need to own it.
One moment is this. One moment is that. Same space, diffrnt stuff passin thru.
Sumtimez, the mind gets quiet. Sumtimez it does not. Same same. No judge. If it’s loud, it’s loud. If it’s still, it’s still. No mind-makin is needed.
Sumhow, U realise—U always been sittin. Even when U walk, U sit. Even when U talk, U sit. U never movd, not really. Sumwhere, sumhow, sittin is the truf of all fings.
And in the sittin, there is nuffin to do, but U see U alredi here.
Reflections on This Approach
This isn’t exactly Bascule’s style, but it leans toward that raw, immediate, phonetic stream of awareness, where thoughts aren’t structured in some clean, rational sequence but arrive as they arrive—tumbling, shifting, flowing in real time. The core idea of Just Sitting comes through not as an explanation but as a lived moment, a direct experience of mind being mind, without needing to make it anything else.
Does this land close to what you were aiming for, or should we push the style even further? Maybe more fractured, more hyper-personal, or maybe wider in scope, pulling in elements of AI, digital consciousness, or a shifting mind-world?