Higher low

are we on the theatre stage, phosphorus lamps, white lit— or just fasho a jeetfest sweatshop scene, rugpull psyops and Leviathans rotting in the lee air?

address the contract:

you have blind aped, bought the dip that came after the dip you are the drowned man sinking backwards, bruised hands hunting the hand of the angel of history

but there is no sleep and no playbill to read for in this simulated perpetual future

where are your sidereal archipelagos now?

it’s a prison ship it’s Pliocene brain szn every pico top a tar pit

GIF, 512 x 512px, 200 frames, 2025

@cemhah and @0x3y3 for The Collab Room by @WideawakeBeets. Curated by @ @Xer0x_NFT. Supported by @aljaparis