Moths, generally
Every moth in the codex eats one thing. On the wall, one eats the night.
Curtain moths eat velvet in the walnut theatre, paper moths fly out of the archive, and larder moths drift about the vats; the codex already calls them cousins, perhaps. On the wall there are more: one moth has eaten a hole in the night sky over a city, and daylight shows through it; pumpkin seeds turn into black moths for Slopoween; a load of moths sleeps in a dryer in the laundromat; one moth’s wings are a hotel, every window lit; in a honeysuckle hedge at dusk pale moths fly on wings of clear glass.
The codex proposes that every moth eats one thing, and that the one at the edge of daylight is why nights wear thin. This entry is proposed by the codex, from pictures on the wall that are all machine-made, and is not canon until approved.
The facts
- Kind
- Concept
- World
- The wall
- Status
- Proposed by the codex, waiting for approval
- In Meinong’s jungle
- “Moth at the edge of daylight”: Impossible, the round square kind. Day and night are times, not sides of a sheet. Through the hole it is both at once, in one sky.
- In Meinong’s jungle
- “Moth motel”: Possible, the golden mountain kind. Moths come to lit windows anyway. One large enough to have them is a zoning question.
More pictures
On the wall
Pieces of Fresh slop with this in them, grouped here by the proposal. The pictures don’t say they are the same one.
Connections
- includes Curtain moth
- includes Paper moth
- includes Larder moth
- The all-night laundromat lets sleep this
- The night, kept eaten through by this