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Translation of a diary entry found in a notebook by northern coast of the Black Sea.  Anonymous.  Undated.  I want to hear truths more than I want to  Hide my stupidity. Its the blessing of being born again as a 20 year old.  It’s the best thing that could have happened to me.  I can't help but be an idiot  because I'm just a new born child. This is the blessing of the d escendants  Of the northern horsemen too.  They have been born as a hundred  Something year old culture,  But their parents have bursted into dust.  There's not much they can do, as they are, so they write                Fictions, but not fallacies.  They’ve invented tales to live into, A chosen people, an alien language,  Situated in this planet’s heart  With an energy that we commonly perceive  As green. They once encountered my own  Brothers and sisters  by the Black sea. They looked at th...

Dictionary on top, some paragraphs and images below it. This is a super rough presentation. Also might be helpful to read my travel notes '23 prior to reading this.. I'm hoping to share these shards of ideas, see how they are received, so that i can actually take them further. i imagine the posts i make after this one will readdress the ideas brought up here and further continue the chase after mmm..... thank you xoxo Beauty : a promoter of MMM. A will or volition to uncompromisingly pursue an order, inspite of external challenges, entropy, and forces of destruction which are inevitable in life, the results of which usually produce some sort of emotional response and inspire vitality. Different pursuits and attempts at beauty can coexist amongst each other to create complex, powerful and generous systems of life. Bennet suggests such an idea when referring to Lucretius' link of internal diversity to the degree of power a thing possesses (Bennet, 22). Beauty can easily beco...

 In the City of Nightly Horsemen, people like to party amidst the ruins that resulted from one of the great wars of the last century. I crawled through the city’s crumbling remains of a once uncompromising attempt of order and I lost my place along linear time. Nearly 80 percent of this place was destroyed in battles, yet beauty does not fail to shine through the evidence of its destruction, to be marveled at by travelers from all over the world. An energy permeates even through the cracks of its infrastructure. The scars are not concealed but instead celebrated. I wondered: could it be that, like me, this city no longer wishes to be fixed nor unbroken?  In the absence of a stable government, with a hijacked right to cultural identity by recurring hegemonic forces, a group of pupils have started a movement towards the discovery of what it means to be of this place if not determined by rulers. Hand-in-hand with futurist generosities, and the possibility that fictions can hold m...