she*/her* | ger/en
philosopheri in an earlier life and tired of it.
but: What happens to us while we do cyber? What does power to/with me and others?
Poetry might happen, quality unknown.
I have digitally distanced myself for some time and now i feel like a granny using an internet.
The plague did us all different.
Please don't mind me while y'all deal with the birdpeople. I just add a tiny drop to the wave.
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