Secrets are for sharing, like all of Nature’s secretions. This knowledge is neither the bureaucratic accumulation of data nor the nihilist retreat into meaninglessness; rather, it is a dialectical engagement with the organic, the undulating, the feral. If the stagnation of messenger apps represents an epistemic prison, and the spectrality of séance apps offers an exit through rupture, then Xenopoem writing proposes an alternative: to be a rock in the stream, bifurcating its turbulence. If I could escape this bad mood of course I’d do so, is ultimately a call for an alternative mode of being—one that resists both the sterile flow of digital discourse and the entropic collapse into spectral despair. To “escape,” however, is not merely to flee but to carve a new epistemic space—a mossy, viridescent place where knowledge is neither a dead archive nor an inert repetition but a living, breathing entity.
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