m.t. whitington


A force majeure, female catalyst, futurist, polemicist, psychonaut, epistemologist. Ruminating between the lines with a clarion call and extreme unction.  A global writer with southern roots.


infodemic

infodemic

curb the museum walk, lead with the knee.

three steps away at eye level I am here to see.

caught in this loop of contemplation I start to sway.

at some arbitrary point, I summon the will to walk away.

look. describe. think. connect. Now go walk the labyrinth

seeing slowly; purgation, illumination, unity, the leverage

back to the middle room strategy of expanding earth...

stop collecting experiences rather than engaging in them. 

walkthrough the question, what is this syntellect emergence?

this coming grand galactic event creates patterns of increasing order.

to understand is to perceive patterns. each epoch builds

upon the previous. the struggle, we are drowning infodemic 

infancy hopes to leave the small brain of the bully behind.

thinking out loud, I swirl in the surreal world of fantastic women. 

hyperconnected... instantly transferring our knowledge

feelings in front of voltage charged by too much information,

the only descriptor ‘electric’ and we quenched that spark.

as quickly as it had come it flared out in front of the virus,

globally disturbed minds synced for a moment in self-transcendence. 

we raced repulsed by the taboo and he offered me a ginger pill.

nature combines opposing forces. lead with the knee and take a spill.

Orthogonality

Orthogonality

Desire Path Of The Cowgirl

Desire Path Of The Cowgirl