Fractal The one who writes here is just a piece of the many "me" that travel through non-linear time and continue to experience Am I what I was or I will be what I am? With no cognizable answers on my horizon, I approach the abyss of ignorance that invites me every day to descend Thoughtful spaces fail , they're tighter than necessary to provide movements for the adjustment to a body that needs hurry Cybernetically guided (and manipulated) collective, I am with you and here, now, I exclude the abusive from my fraternal embrace Singular my respect, plural the contexts justifying the paths chosen by elected ones in democratically free elections (does this exist?) A world increasingly divided between left and right approaches. Screams of anger and pain in winding trajectories of conflict emerge All my "me" warn that this path hurts like a sharpened knife blade, it is a death end street ,...
