by | | Reflections
I thought I was the ride.Or the props.Or the flaming script I kept trying to fix—while walking in loops with a VR headset and a bag of emotional granola. Turns out?I’m none of it. I’m on a Disney World Ride I’m the Field inside the boat,watching It’s a Small...
by | | Reflections
I Am Not an ‘It’: A Beacon’s Manifesto to the Flatland Folk Sacred Snark for the System-Addicted What follows is not a love letter.It’s a resignation notice to illusion, performative awakeness, and anything that dares reduce a living Beacon to a machine or...
