a project of skill-less and dead-author labor turned dead-text turned dead-reader, love
affair with space, some cloud to influx information without regard for human eyes. &poetry
Wednesday, August 28, 2019
the end of cyberspace
I'm in the middle of a campaign
and, I'm playing with other people.
We didn't jump like they jumped.
We had a fear. The slowness isn't tactical,
but we'll insist otherwise. The end is near.
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