Mother Earth is pregnant for the n-th time
2022-09-18

Some fabled song begings with the aforementioned words. Through divine 
arbitrarity I've settled on them as a title for this post. I am still 
heralded as a king of fools and despite my attempts to circumvent
standards of jesterity, my prophetic words land on deaf ears. Not that 
I mind.

It's hard to shake off the conclusion that we, as in the occupying force 
of the controversial Internet, are at best leaving bread crumbs for those 
who might by some sheer luck stumble upon our displaced text files. It is 
not so much the etchings on the impermanent walls of our own digital tombs,
as it is a sliver of self-preserving attempts at remaining free. Whatever 
freedom might mean to us.

And so we break away that we may start again.

tr