operational paranoia, to exist outside control
zoom is a consumption we cannot swallow
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
operational paranoia, to exist outside control
zoom is a consumption we cannot swallow
we are guilty of the thing.
we treated the .strength card. like an abyss
echo to the chamber
a fortune read: it is important to be sensitive, but not too sensitive (in bed)
something about a year, made a wonder of
[a toxic material masquerading as safety mechanisms]
*hold our hand, we are always alone*
me.rn
we can't do this anymore.
every week
weak there is something that
philosophy: maybe just temporarily enabled