textual rapture

language is the technology that our escape will be facilitated through—our vehicle into the beyond is made of phonics, semantics, and speech, not jet fuel and rocket engines…

we are not headed to mars, we are headed to ecstasy...

we are not leaving a dying planet, we are leaving every illusion we ever clinged to...

our manic motion between despair and anger is our fuel...

the materials we need can only be scavenged by navigating the polarized texts of dreadful existential horror and speculative posthuman utopias…

this is the afterword, it’s all been said and done and we’re just digging through the subtext because we sense something of monumental importance buried underneath...

apocolypse is some profound undeniable realization, not a nuclear blast… when we can stop the trembling and finally utter those words, we will die giving birth to that spirit that dwells within us. 

we will finally feel safe to let go, and in silence, that spirit will slip into a new world of revelry of pure and unending bliss, laughter, and joy. …and finally, we’ll feel at home again.