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The Red Room.

"Everything on our way is slippery and dangerous, and the ice that still supports us has become thin; all of us feel the warm uncanny breath of the thawing wind; where we still walk, soon no one will be able to walk.” Nietzsche The Will to Power (Kaufmann tr?). --@jowolff.bsky.social

Nostrum.

cross the wide shadows
to the sound of defunct song

this is not that time

I've been thinking all this time they were talking about golf.