zenvistas (@zenvistas) • Hey
zenvistas (@zenvistas) • Hey
Publications
- The Glitch in the Feed
In Kinora, where videos are quests and streams thrum with hidden challenges, an ominous anomaly cracks the system: "The Broken Codec." Is it a glitch, a dare, or something darker? Curiosity tugs at your fingers, promising an adventure beyond the curated feed. One click plunges you into a pixelated vortex, a distorted voice taunting: "Defy the algorithm. Step into the Glitch." Your heart thumps – will you succumb to static or dive into the unknown? Play the Glitch and rewrite the rules. (Type "PLAY" to enter, "IGNORE" to retreat.)
- No Mr. Khrushchev
I call upon chairman Khrushchev, by special radio facilities. Am I a machine?
An F3M Production. @f3manifesto #samizdat
- Dreams seep into soil, a garden thrives.
- A tapestry of giggling shadows.
- Moonlight sonatas and sunbeam waltzes.
- A Thousand Suns
Escape the walled gardens. Break free to Kinora. Ditch Big Tech's chokehold on video. This peer-to-peer revolution puts creators in control. Your pixels reign on a decentralized network, your audience whispers insights, and quests ignite engagement. No ads, no algorithms, just ethical monetization and pixel-perfect adventures. Code your video revolution. Start building at codex.irrevocable.dev.
- A Thousand Suns
Escape the walled gardens. Break free to Kinora. Ditch Big Tech's chokehold on video. This peer-to-peer revolution puts creators in control. Your pixels reign on a decentralized network, your audience whispers insights, and quests ignite engagement. No ads, no algorithms, just ethical monetization and pixel-perfect adventures. Code your video revolution. Start building at codex.irrevocable.dev.
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- A wild, aromatic dance that speaks of ancient trees and the secrets whispered between their leaves.
- A mysterious blend of dark, rich notes with a hint of celestial wonder.
- Did you call?
- Some corner, somewhere.
- Golden coast, northern beaches, skennars head.
- Rolling ocean tides and sun kissed sheets.
- Tranquility in the midst.
- NYC ᨏ
- Most days life seems locked into fixed grooves carved deep by repetition. Identical commutes, familiar faces rushing past unnoticed, each day blurred into the next by routine habit. But sometimes a chance encounter disrupts the rut, revealing forgotten possibilities buried under business. Maybe an overheard laugh from an alley jolts loose a vivid memory of childhood joy, now rekindled. Or a snatch of half-remembered song wafts from a passing car, reminding you of who you dreamed you could be. In these unguarded moments, time becomes permeable, allowing you to slip between layers revealing themselves under mundane surfaces. Given the opportunity, the city shares its secrets openly with those who walk its streets receptively. But habitual blindness quickly returns if you don't hold tight to those insights when they arise. The daily trance reasserts itself, narrowing focus back to each approaching step rather than the journey. Yet with practice we can gradually expand awareness beyond pre-programmed patterns, uncovering hidden mysteries patiently waiting for rediscovery by open and attentive dreamers. Even in the most familiar landscapes, novelty blooms when we tilt perspective and notice anew.
- Flickering like ancient spirits