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«. . .Beyond these, though, I am a quantum futurist — I believe in the infinite potentialities of experiences, realities, + futures, and I am in the fashion of collapsing the waves of the experience/reality/future I desire; I am a liberationist — I believe not in a one-time dissolution of oppressive powers, but in an ongoing and residual effort to break bonds with what binds me and all structures that fractal from and around me; and a sci-non-fi enthusiast. Sci-non-fi is the name I’ve given to my work, which adopts the topics, inquiries, and empirical legitimacies of science, while maintaining the necessary imaginative element of fiction or fantasy. Sci-non-fi maintains belief in past, present, and possibility — and in the power of autonomy, which is required in order to harness the former three tenets of sci-non-fi belief.

the human aura

My goal with my work in sci-non-fi is to provide an accessible method toward actualizing the fruit of its genesis. If freedom looms in an alternate neural pathway, a few latent wave-particle probabilities, a potential epigenetic switch, or a silent future, how do we reel these in? How do we introduce that neural pathway and commit it to our physiological memories? How do we collapse those latent wave-particle probabilities? What about subjecting ourselves to the proper stimuli in order for that epigenetic switch to occur? What of that silent future?

spiral evolution

Sci-non-fi is a series of studies, experiments, and playful yet concerted attempts at answering these questions and making freedom real and available — unto myself and unto others.»

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sleeping with kyanite, snorting (but not inhaling) white powder, and working three jobs has me schleep. im still imaging worlds, just letting them ferment a bit before i write into life what has been imagined. deeper, more scientific, more zany to come here soon. let me reboot.

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i have began to give language — albeit cryptic — to an aspect of me that previously existed in secrecy in silence. this aspect, still exceedingly coy, is beginning to reveal itself to me in bits and pieces: a revelation at the crossroads, an altar; mischief here, obedience there; a pslams here, a tarot spread there.

the most persistent clue i’ve received to this aspect’s nature has been the word ‘juncture’ – a point at which two entities meet, collide, or coalesce. the word has been lapsing throughout my conscious for a few months now.

etymology of juncture

i love the astrological bit. it validates, in the fashion of the cosmos, past parts of me + speaks to the fact that while these parts existed in specific form at a specific ratio of space and time, their genesis predates those specifics + their existence projects far from those specifics. i am whatever i was, whatever i am, and whatever i will be.

i honor these timelines, components, and junctures. this honoring renders me the double agent: expressing fidelity at one juncture and adultery at the other.