it's hard to imagine, for us, the demise of capitalism, a disaster of the weak the capitalists would say, but the weak are the hosts of capital, and the hosts are being devoured. when they are gone for whom capital was the demiurge, the demiurge will be alone and starving, and the trees will grow in its colossal ossuary. and they will do what they have always done before, breathe for us, fed us, give us sanctuary from predators. for us who live the collapse, unthinkable cooperation.

many things are happening all at once

burns like heaven

digger

either way we go around

wherefore, exodus, beyond limit

sad eyes turned the other way

smoke horizon

tibodo

why does malcolm face the closet?