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Saturday, April 27, 2019
The Fox in Gold
Every generation, my people would send a number of individuals to live in human societies, in human form. We are here to observe, and to learn and love in the tumultuous labyrinth of what it takes and what it means to be human: employment and money, dreams and destiny. I feel lost within this situation, and I have not yet met another of my kind. I wear a certain pin that represents my heritage: a sitting fox in gold. Every generation, there are those who are not what they seem, without distinct memory of being what they are. Homeless, rootless, searching. The plant's seed intended to land miles away to figure life out for itself.
Sunday, April 21, 2019
Sunday, April 14, 2019
Wednesday, April 3, 2019
Saturday, March 30, 2019
Wednesday, March 27, 2019
Clones
Everyone
who sees you in person, or a picture of you, or reads something you
write, creates a version of you that is not you - it's a culmination of
assumptions and scenarios.
As you go about your day, copies are created; and as people forget they noticed you, those copies die off. But none of them are you; not even the copies created by those who know you.
The internet is wonderful because it's cheap and easy to persist and infect the mind of others further down the timeline.
As you go about your day, copies are created; and as people forget they noticed you, those copies die off. But none of them are you; not even the copies created by those who know you.
The internet is wonderful because it's cheap and easy to persist and infect the mind of others further down the timeline.
Labels:
humans,
perspective,
philosophy,
Solipsism
Monday, March 25, 2019
Tuesday, March 19, 2019
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Thursday, March 14, 2019
Monday, March 11, 2019
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Monday, March 4, 2019
Sunday, March 3, 2019
My Pet
We curl with our machines for warmth.
For you I would call forth past lives
that alchemically produced current that feeds you
feeding you, warming me.
For you I would call forth past lives
that alchemically produced current that feeds you
feeding you, warming me.
Wednesday, February 27, 2019
Friday, February 22, 2019
Thursday, February 21, 2019
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