A Simpleton's Escape
Cultural curation to avoid exploitation and escape the ploy of pseudo nobililty
Sit, Listen, Be Still
A discarded microplastic, broken from the splintered wings of the Voyager 2, drowned in the vast sea of space. Floating the void without mercy or purpose. Destined to orbit the the blackest of holes without entering singularity. But for a nano second, a red dwarf angled perfectly to portrait a glimmer, without capture or observation. Without witness, a simple hope captured in fatigue, an existence perhaps worth the suffering of eternity.
Here you will find that moment, a serenity worth a billion lifetimes. The scars of ruin cast upon the fractured skulls of evolution. An endless repetition where one can find peace in nothingness.
Focus upon the ramblings of madmen, the drowned Norsemen, the builders of the Great Wall and Pyramid, and those who willed themselves to a memory lost.
