It's interesting to see this drive, for transplanting one's consciousness or whatever into another medium according to the notion that doing so would constitute some form of immortality and that thereby something desirable would be achieved or become possible, compromise on the medium. To give up that the medium could be an entirely synthetic structure in favor of it being a biological one seems to illustrate that sidestepping of biological rules is in fact a temporary extravagance and inherently parasitic.
This modern 15 minute city notion has always struck me as an attempt to steal the branding of the old European walkable cities which went down the tubes with industrialization. A 15 minute space is all well and good, as long it's not just some mechanism for keeping me in a closed economic loop, the square footage of which I'm just supposed to grind away within for my whole life.
I'm sorry Mr. "Deceptive". I don't feel comfortable providing my service to you, that service being an answer to your question, without first knowing where you live and what your birth name is, at the very least. You're fresh account with these fake credentials strikes me as typical of a criminal.
Yeah it's a great post, except for the part where he counter signals himself while trying to have his cake and eat it too. Then again, I guess it was written a couple of years before all the rebels got shit tested by lockdowns.
In the darkness and silence of the void, no one can tickle my neurotic anxieties, or at least I'll believe so in the moments before they issue forth again from the only thing left.
