Jun 1, 2026

Sweet darling little concious mote

These dwindling blips that move us to communicate and connect.

Such as the agreements that are made separate again.

You're never going to know if you're going to be ghosted within this land of other cyberbeings moving towards infinity by the technofeudalism.

That's the punishment of being a techno serf in a tilling world. Externally determined outside.

(Haven't read that technofeud book btw) I'm writing this on in the pub, on demand. Thx for your time. Got a lot on my plate.