Worshipping Lali

New frontiers

The new frontier is not outer space. Nor is it inner space. It is humiliation. Humus. Mother earth. The loamy bacchuspheres and queer worlds beneath our feet…the endarkened depths that compost our practices of mastery and arrival. This is where we must go: not where no man has ever bravely gone before, but where no man has ever safely arrived intact.

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Falling might very well be flying – without the tyranny of coordinates.