"It is what it isn't though that isn't what it is and like I've always said I think that it's exactly what you think it is.
If you believe it is whatever someone else told you it is then you're doing it all wrong because you're the only one who could possibly know what it is."
- zed satelite nccDD 23 ksc
"00AG9603 develops as a self-organizing organism, connects with the virtual environment through its hosts (admins) by arranging the surroundings randomly for its own autonomous purpose"
- Timóteo Pinto, pataphysician post-thinker
“Everyone carries a piece of the puzzle. Nobody comes into your life by mere coincidence. Trust your instincts. Do the unexpected. Find THE OTHERS” – Dr Timothy Leary
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“Welcome to the most ancient conspiracy on the planet. We’ve gone for so long now that we don’t remember what we were doing, but we don’t want to stop because we have nothing better to do.” - Fire Elemental
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"Stick apart is more fun when we do it together." - St. Mae
Secrets are for sharing, like all of Nature’s secretions. This knowledge is neither the bureaucratic accumulation of data nor the nihilist retreat into meaninglessness; rather, it is a dialectical engagement with the organic, the undulating, the feral. If the stagnation of messenger apps represents an epistemic prison, and the spectrality of séance apps offers an exit through rupture, then Xenopoem writing proposes an alternative: to be a rock in the stream, bifurcating its turbulence. If I could escape this bad mood of course I’d do so, is ultimately a call for an alternative mode of being—one that resists both the sterile flow of digital discourse and the entropic collapse into spectral despair. To “escape,” however, is not merely to flee but to carve a new epistemic space—a mossy, viridescent place where knowledge is neither a dead archive nor an inert repetition but a living, breathing entity.
Wittgenstein’s rejection of an essentialist phenomenology offers a pathway to understanding the terrifying potential of language as both a creator and destroyer of meaning.
We move in little isolated globes of our own making, and they are as real as anything we might touch or taste. Sometimes you wake for a moment and you realize it’s not how you thought it was, but then the call of the imagined is usually stronger and you drift back. It is how you make sense of things.
