for Aaron Korkegian

Complex systems can arise from simple rules. It’s not that we want to survive, it’s that we’ve been drugged and made to act as if we do while all the while the sea breaks and rolls, painlessly, under. If we’re not copying it, we’re lonely. Is this the knowledge that demands to be passed down? Time is made from swatches of heaven and hell. If we’re not killing it, we’re hungry.