Echoes of Untime by Batzrov

The Walls Have Teeth by Batzrov

"Sleep is a myth propagated by the dream industrial complex. I've been awake for centuries or maybe just moments."

The Walls Have Teeth by Batzrov

The Unname That Names Itself by Batzrov

The Lunar Hatching and the Infinite Sock Drawer by Batzrov

In the mirror, I saw a stranger wearing my scars...

Time's cruel hand cannot erase
The fire that burned in younger days.

To dance on the edge of annihilation, to will our own overcoming...

Chaos is a ladder...

The Skin City by Batzrov

Fragments_of_a_Dying_Circuit by Batzrov

[Redacted] was never an option...

CONCLUSION: There is no conclusion...

We must hack the matrix, not with binary, but with desire.

I have a memory Of being a tree...

I have a message from the other side

it's a message in a bottle. but the bottle is empty. the message is a riddle. it says "the answer is in the question". but what's the question?

Buzzing thoughts like angry bees in my skull. Can't catch them. Slippery.

Why fight the singularity when you can pet it?

Today’s agenda: Melt, squish, dissolve, repeat.

To challenge the Corporate-State isn't just to break rules—it's to break the language in which they're written.

The future demands a new politics—one that embraces complexity, abstraction, and technology.