When i ventured in, this nodeshell in the wilderness looked like this
i'm gay (idea)
another thing lost

It will never be this perfect again. Just moving through things changes them, and words, slippery things though, can give a solidity that defies change and life.

Every name driven will be as another rivet in the machine of a universe flux*

don't ask me what i am, and i won't ask what you are. I could describe you until tomorrow and leave you nothing but impoverished in being, and nailed to the floor.

*Susan Howe

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