Day one, starting the weekend
thrown in the deep end, standing
on the boring side of a wine bottle.
All in Poetry
Particles
Rain on the Waterside Workers Hall
always seems to fall at the right time.
80s Mixtapes! or, phrases from ten years of Adhocracy programs
Knowledge is not a fixed point in time. Just raw dusty space leading you right to where the darkness lurks. It might take two minutes or it might take ten years. How do we choose what will last forever?