Custodians of the obvious.Gatekeepers of the beige.Self-appointed alchemistswho turn other people’s riskinto their own recycled similes. They stab with adjectivesand call it insight.They curate disdainlike it’s a virtue.They write not to open a door —but […]
for the fediverse, from the Valyphos No kings here. No keys.No platform lords to beg for reach.Just a thousand nodes, humminglike fungal roots beneath dead streets. The Hollow Circuit pulses quiet—not loud, but real.A whisper […]