Secularised Sloth?
So this is the venue, the peeled black UI of sparse prayer. My own digitally aligned void, a vague hope for the forward.
I have been trying to gestate something, some belief (in the parlance of Rumi)
Trying to capture the atomised hive of ideas from [tripping] as it coalesces into a single scent, something in the ranges of unease and hope.
Four aspects, four Kali Yugas, Four acts.
No Fish Supper.
