Let’s stop kidding ourselves. Reality’s a massive information network with a gazillion switches packing it into some thing. Something changing.
About Going Home Illusions… There must once have been at least a jiffy of wholeness, a twinkle in the cohesion of seamless belonging. Every cell may contain the residues in its universal library. Our desire to rejoin seasons every step, pushing against the gravity of reason. It’s a contest engaged in that fateful instant when