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"...we are not really living in a decentralised network at all, but a chaotic hybrid of the two models."

"December

From the sad leaves withdrawn,
Remote, estranged and cold,
Forgetful autumn's gold
Alone abides in some December dawn.

Tearless and clear and chill
As eyes that have forgot
Far love, or find it not,
The pale bright heavens arch the barren hill.

Now, in this afternoon
Enchanted, blue and brief,
The year has lost its grief
In valleys mute below the spectral moon.

For here no mourning-dove
Laments the season flown:
On love that wanders lone
Falls the blue balm of silence from above.

For here no zephyr grieves
To tell the year's dead dream;
And down the pine-lulled stream
Lost memories drift and loiter with the leaves."

—Clark Ashton Smith

Walking in Space.

"Life folded Death; Death trellised Life; the grim god wived with youthful Life, and begat him curly-headed glories." —@mobydickatsea.bsky.social

Choral Rohirrim.