The world is machine, become a ghost.

A quick float through the interdimensional cosmic dream plain.

This is an escapade into the anonymous cyberuniverse. How indulgently can one possess their own faceless, nameless, secretive other? There's a myriad ways to uncover the nexus of a personality and it's expressions. Success in today's cyberspace is closely tied with the visibility of your avatar-persona. Curiosity takes on a parasocial demeanour. . .

The cynosure of this e-palace is alienation. Your sadmin host, a 'post-eschatological situationist', is an observer. Here home is a distant journey and deciphering one's kindred is an intricate process. Yet, there is romance in the clash between culture and solitude.

Hedonistically, the present is a long time but our contemporary world is obsessed with reaching the future; we dismiss the present as a mere moment at the tail end of this striving - but in the fullness of time, the futures we plan never arrive politely, or their impending existence is cancelled before reaching us.

The sadmin seeks to resurrect our past future visions. Perhaps a moment arrives where they finally wander through the static curtain of yesterday's tomorrow, at least her personal expressions are always visible here - and will always find a way to land, by means of sorcery, in a more collective existence amongst her contemporaries for the lasting ages.

See you from one dimension to the next . . .

UNTIL THEN,

PROMISIM, sadmin (mdlr)

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