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I am building my utopia.
everything is made of protocols.
I want my protocols to alert u to all the other protocols at wrk in everything, everyday. There are invisible rules everywhere.
Most of ‘reality’ is a buncha narratives. Free-will is ##fictional.
Let’s understand the contingency and determinacy at play in all systems.
{ Religion and meaning seem pretty fictional too.
That doesn’t mean they don’t exist...
only that they exist because we collectively let them. }
Imagine that!!
We have the ability to think things into existence!
AND S0: Here is my reality __ Loobtopia.
It’s superficial and it’s serious.
I want my web of rules to be pretty and silly and fun. Everything functions in Loobtopia, it doesn’t have to make sense IRL. Sense is contextual, and context is another narrative.
Loobtopia is fickle, noncommittal and vapid. It’s a superficial utopia, deliberately trading gravitas in exchange for transient ‘trendy’ beauty. “Beauty is freedom and freedom is fun!!". Loobtopia is heaven. It’s a box of tissues. It invites all, with its easy allure, but, zoom in, and it’s empty ease is eerie.
Yet////// eeriness is full... no?
What does it sound like: Spookitown and broken grammar
Who lives here: L00bi, Baby, Miss Lady Gucci… and there are other friends 2
What do they do: partitime and be diva and be alone and sometimes fairies and vampires etc.
This is my Hotel Exclusive… Fook Island… metaverse.
Worldbuilding and protocols are as old as humanity.
