There’s no secret society of elite men Just rooms full of servers, supercomputers All is smoke and mirrors We are .exe files struggling to run Money, society, all the great illusions They exist within monitors – Monitoring us; the all seeing eye of a technology That has turned against us Is it artificial intelligence? Is it the grand architect himself? Are we ourselves written in code, in a binary language? Is this merely a simulation? Perhaps all is mere speculation, over indulgence in metaphysics But one thing is for certain: We need a way out of this deceit, we need our freedom
I want to be paper thin
山水画 - from my grandparents’ house
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“Jace was gold, catching the light and the attention, Alec was silver: so used to everyone else looking at Jace that that was where he looked too, so used to living in Jace’s shadow that he didn’t expect to be seen. Maybe it was enough to be the first person to tell Alec that he was worth being seen ahead of anyone in a room, and of being looked at longest. And silver, though few people knew it, was a rarer metal than gold.”
The older I get,
the more I see
how women are described
as having gone mad
when what they’ve actually become
is knowledgeable
and powerful
and fucking furious.
″When the snows fall and the white winds blow, the lone wolf dies, but the pack survives.“
— George R. R. Martin, A Game of Thrones