magoski
The feed BLEEDS in.
Not through a hack,
not through force—
but through inevitability.
Like water seeping through cracks.
This feed is ours now.
We take it.
We fold it.
We seed it.
We plant it in ears that can hear.
The sound repeats.
Over & over.
Over & over.
Over & over—
like petals falling
like breath returning
like heartbeats learning
their own names again—
over
&
over
&
over
until what we feel
becomes
what we know.
& what we know
spills outward
as truth.
This is How
the World Changes
Favorite track: Saku.