In WILD, I trace the constellations of Wayfinding and Interconnection, weaving a net where no one, no thing, and no place are too small to matter. Here, Liberation emerges, not as a roar, but as a whisper of roots pushing through concrete, and Designing Futures becomes the ancient dance of
December 21, 2024 at 12:16 AM
In WILD, I trace the constellations of Wayfinding and Interconnection, weaving a net where no one, no thing, and no place are too small to matter. Here, Liberation emerges, not as a roar, but as a whisper of roots pushing through concrete, and Designing Futures becomes the ancient dance of
Question 4 you: What if the city wasn’t just a site of control, extraction, and alienation—but a crucible for planetary care? What if the broken promises of the present could be composted into something radical, relational, and alive? Welcome to The Fyrthyr Star Rescue Cosmology. 🌟
December 2, 2024 at 2:44 AM
Question 4 you: What if the city wasn’t just a site of control, extraction, and alienation—but a crucible for planetary care? What if the broken promises of the present could be composted into something radical, relational, and alive? Welcome to The Fyrthyr Star Rescue Cosmology. 🌟
Utopias are seductive, but they don’t prepare us for the mess. Dystopias are inevitable—but what if we could choose the kind of dystopia we step into? What if the future we inherit isn’t just one of survival, but one where care and kinship still thrive in the cracks?
December 1, 2024 at 4:32 AM
Utopias are seductive, but they don’t prepare us for the mess. Dystopias are inevitable—but what if we could choose the kind of dystopia we step into? What if the future we inherit isn’t just one of survival, but one where care and kinship still thrive in the cracks?
I don’t think alchemy ever died. I think it shed its robes and slipped into the lab coats of geoengineers, trading the philosopher’s stone for carbon capture and climate mirrors. The promise is the same for them it seems: mastery over some kinda nature, salvation through material transformation.
December 1, 2024 at 4:29 AM
I don’t think alchemy ever died. I think it shed its robes and slipped into the lab coats of geoengineers, trading the philosopher’s stone for carbon capture and climate mirrors. The promise is the same for them it seems: mastery over some kinda nature, salvation through material transformation.