Books
Come sit with stories that refuse to rush.
We want to create books that feel held as much as read, that make space for the full range of being alive.
Our stories are fragments of our soul—personal adventures; joys and sorrows; sweet and bitter lessons; and so much more.
Home Is Not A Place™©
2022
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My home is not a city, my home is not a place,
Home is in between aeroplane rides, that I take with lots of haste.
Few Swoop. Kill Lions.™©
2023
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It had been 10 years since the state-sanctioned side-hustle “vaccine” was found to be a slow-kill poison for humanity ☠️
The main-hustle was granular control over the global population 🪤
The grand unveiling of the illusion of democracy for its successor, the state-agnostic international technological panopticon network was first received with fear and appeals to the very same system that mandated and profited from the violations.
Citizen journalism took over the information environment, revealing conclusive evidence between politicians and billionaires (now, trillionaires) in shadowy offshore bank account deals.
The justice system lost its order as it became clear to everyone that the law makers only wrote laws for the law breakers.
The tax system collapsed when the law enforcers—the military and the police didn't show up to work to fight against phantom enemies in perpetual "frenemy wars". Caring for their families did not require dogmatic compliance. Cooperating with their friendly migrant neighbours did not require losing control.
Just like that, the big hoax had come to an end—the exchange of value was no longer measured in coercive paper money.
The glitch in the system—was the system.
Consciousness had manifested in every living being.
The few that swooped upon the many scurried to rest in fortified luxurious bunkers, protected by their armies of lonely homicidal men who continued to operate on the same glitch for a little more time before realising nobody was coming because nobody cared.
Humanity was relieved, for the fortresses the vile had built around themselves out of fear of being hunted, fulfilled a greater purpose—one of containment of their dis-ease for humanity.
And the once meek, now finally understood they were the lions, and no longer would the tale of history glorify the hunter.
