They insert their hands in my mouth, these passerby pedestrians in the in-between electric places that simultaneously exist but… Read more Cyber Pamphleteer: Imagined Stations, A Poem
When I was a young child, I would lay awake at night and travel. I had read one of those… Read more On Dreaming Escape
We matter because we are matter, and if we get purposefully madder and madder and madder we can’t be little by being belittled.
Collective intelligence currently exists in the form of mobile devices, search engines, democratized content, and social media. A move from… Read more Horror Paradise