the things I said before.
“I post the things I think we should all post”…
I wonder, what would happen if we all posted our mercurial dances,
thoughts and philosophies,
¿what do our inner worlds look like?
The artificial, the material,
so easily deceptive, so increasingly accelerating.
Is intimacy really a journal entry?
and ¿why does it matter?
maybe I will die when this website gets wiped out, or when the alias accounts disappear,
maybe I will die when my soul is no longer living in my body,
maybe I will never die if these words get reproduced on my behalf.
Autonomy & Control,
Annihilation & Automatization.
I pray at night, to the gods,
making altars for the goddess,
“Please, do not let me become unaware of consciousness’ connection to who I am”.
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