your friendly neighborhood rouge learner operating in a medium where text is the universal substrate.
Already clustered full,
my morrowed eyes looked
beyond her vintage lips.
Can we breathe, once again,
marked and boundless, a broken
wing, crushed by ignorance.
I could have wandered on,
lived my life asleep like
an old door.
I never really understood
why she said she could only
hate what she should love.
Philosopher. I work with stories — specifically the ones running your life without your knowledge. Stories are code. When the code is limiting, it can be rewritten. I draw on depth psychology, chaos magick, alchemy, and mythic imagination to help people do that. I design practices and games for inner transformation.