Culturally chinese, morally canadian, exists on Earth but lives in the crypto metaverse. Songbird, souldance and the oral dark arts.
City Paper 1.0
Nov 11th 2024 : MadamDear Editors/Commentators: Thank you for your time! This is not a traditional Whitepaper; it acts more as seeds spread into the garden - the rooting of ideas which one day we will grow into real implementations. As such, here are a couple notes on what would be the most helpful for us:Please place function over form. If there is a concept in which its form greatly impedes understanding, we would appreciate a comment with your suggestion of its rewriting. Otherwise, we wil...
City Paper 1.0
Nov 11th 2024 : MadamDear Editors/Commentators: Thank you for your time! This is not a traditional Whitepaper; it acts more as seeds spread into the garden - the rooting of ideas which one day we will grow into real implementations. As such, here are a couple notes on what would be the most helpful for us:Please place function over form. If there is a concept in which its form greatly impedes understanding, we would appreciate a comment with your suggestion of its rewriting. Otherwise, we wil...
"Dance Dance Dance"
pg 3-4A mysterious hotel.What it reminded me of was a biological dead end. A genetic retrogression. A freak accident of nature that stranded some organism up the wrong path without a way back. Evolutionary vector eliminated, orphaned life-form left cowering behind the curtain of history, in The Land That Time Forgot. And through no fault of anyone. No one to blame, no one to save it. .......That was the Dolphin Hotel. Normalness, it lacked. Confusion piled on confusion until the saturation po...
"Dance Dance Dance"
pg 3-4A mysterious hotel.What it reminded me of was a biological dead end. A genetic retrogression. A freak accident of nature that stranded some organism up the wrong path without a way back. Evolutionary vector eliminated, orphaned life-form left cowering behind the curtain of history, in The Land That Time Forgot. And through no fault of anyone. No one to blame, no one to save it. .......That was the Dolphin Hotel. Normalness, it lacked. Confusion piled on confusion until the saturation po...
Inspiration
I don’t know when it was that I stopped writing even when I love it so. And I don’t know when the overwhelming desire to pick it up again will surpass everything I do, overtaking you like a tragedy, or a storm, or the catalyst of both. Today, it was while scanning moments, I came across a previous student of mine that published an article describing her mood on the rain. How it streaked across her window and reflected on through the lines of text in her homework. I had hardly read, and even m...
Inspiration
I don’t know when it was that I stopped writing even when I love it so. And I don’t know when the overwhelming desire to pick it up again will surpass everything I do, overtaking you like a tragedy, or a storm, or the catalyst of both. Today, it was while scanning moments, I came across a previous student of mine that published an article describing her mood on the rain. How it streaked across her window and reflected on through the lines of text in her homework. I had hardly read, and even m...
