what if the world that tried to tame us just forgot its own wild magic. And perhaps some of us; some brave, sensitive, fluttering, gentle rebels and poetic liberators are here to remind the world of what it once knew?

What you do at night is between you and the fucking moon

innocence ends when one is stripped of the delusion that one likes oneself.

Rarely has reality needed so much to be imagined.

“I am convinced that most people do not grow up. We find parking spaces and honor our credit cards. We marry and dare to have children and call that growing up. I think what we do is mostly grow old. We carry accumulation of years in our bodies and on our faces, but generally our real selves, the children inside, are still innocent and shy as magno... See more

Generational marketing has been hollowed out by crude stereotyping and an obsession with youth. Our sustainability agenda remains hooked on techno optimism and the myth of green growth. Our diversity push has spawned a whole new industry for awards but continues to eschew anyone over 40 or who didn’t go to the right school. We ignore people’s need ... See more

Made myself mythical, tried to be real

Saw the future in the face of a

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’ve always been a tactile learner and lover of systems, and structures that help with application and retention