@reef_bone here i believed goal-directed homeostasis; rudimentary pattern recognition as in proto-cognitive capacities appear within chemical networks prior to stable heredity, cognition's faint outline emerging before the long continuity of genes
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lamenting the inadequacy of the feed. every thumb-flick is another petition for intrigue; that is exhausted before arrival. a thousand lives passing beneath glass and none remaining long enough to become memoryજ⁀➴so the finger learns the rhythm faster than the mind meets desire
@TibetanKorrigan problem that the unified concrete assemblage and abstract machine create a closed loop of indistinguishable de/re-stratification, collapsing choice into voluntarism or determinism and then erasing any metric to separate any lines of flight from cancerous bodies ♋︎
📷🚏set-systems scale networks through mutual intersection, overlap, and convergence—from node to node—and when architecturalized, this semilattice matrix catalyzes urban intensives into ecosystem-networks: life is liberated into thriving, spontaneous ordering in times 𓍊𓋼𓍊
📷🚏set-systems scale nested hierarchy-trees through mutual superordination, subordination, and exclusion—from root-to-leaf— and when architecturalized, dendritic matrix collapses urban intensives into asylum-networks: life itself is straightjacketed into breeding pestilences ☠
📷🚏set-systems scale nested hierarchy-trees through mutual superordination, subordination, and exclusion—from root-to-leaf— and when architecturalized, dendritic matrix collapses urban intensives into asylum-networks: life itself is straightjacketed into breeding pestilences ☠
Was hat das Zeichenzieh’n gewirkt,
Du Zauberer, du Schuft?
Du hast den Dackel umgedreht,
Er gräbt jetzt in die Luft.
Jedes Haus ist jetzt gespiegelt,
Jede Treppe ist verkehrt;
Was einst kroch, das ist geflügelt,
Und was flog, kriecht auf der Erd’.
[ERROR: LOST_TIME]
the urbanland is stripped of memories, a place where the human world has worn thin, into a silent, unyielding reality permeating the planetary surface. in this desolation, there is a strange, quiet beauy of a world that has successfully forgotten man
@1vyette an alive body is always changing, repairing, consuming, becoming something else. i think the body would keep trying to live... and the bog would keep trying to turn it into a memory ꫂ❁