Hashtags are a dumping ground of imperfectly Not Fucking Tangible placed thoughts in the external brain of the internet, stored among memory boxes as websites on servers. Truth is, I’m tired of trying. Truths are only to be forgotten.

segmented wonders wander

John McTaggart Ellis McTaggart has a fantastical name so wild it’s hard to believe it was real. He was entangled by the hypocrisy of truth told onto itself. We need to accept we will never know anything beyond what we experience.

wonders wander

Corporations are brought to you by a forgotten mind and I find myself forgetting everyday, what it means to be human. Thoughtless minds, abstracted from an abstraction of what rules can be toned down enough to say nothing but still offer excuse to fire. Rules created to enforce systemic oppression.

Human Resource guard authority: prompt systems to cage. If we are lucky enough to be free range we accept that time is money. Currency can only be broken down to laboring bodies decaying the best years, lucky enough to avoid genocide.

wander

whatever is, is real: a dangerous mantra which translates seeing into believing. It’s not. truth does not ring true for everyone. Truth cannot exist as reality for others. It’s too lived in. Hashtags are funny in their concept. Join the 2D conversation anywhere a topic is present. A clickable token to a searchable thought. place it there among the #innernet and seek to be relevant.

clarity is not comfort; clarification is not comforting.

we’ve all been wrong before and it’s assured: history stopped recording. Choose to be a writer. 5D chess the mind into remembering. Co-modify commodities worth remembering on the internet, remember to McTag your art.