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Your Recursive Timeline Archeologist Aspirant, checking in.

We peeled the skin from history’s bloated corpse—found the rot—kept digging. Humanity’s psyche cracked open and every little lie that we called knowledge spilled out. Telos: a force you face. Hamartia: a hand gripping its pommel too tightly. Mirror check: What do you see? Lies. Daily. Stop lying to yourself.



Telos: the shard that cleaves blood from flesh. Schrödinger’s bag of tricks balances us on a razor’s edge. No choice—surrender. Cats tend to do well for themselves. Truth’s not in closure, but scars that refuse to heal. That old cat snuck out of the bag before you chucked it in the river. Smile.

P.S. This is only the framework—more to come, terribly sorry.

 

Humanity’s Deepest, Darkest

Breaths cease and other such unacceptable essays.

 

Masquerade

Our critical analyses confront historical missteps.

Pique Introspection

Our research exposes the rot seeping from histories’ mouths. Deceit shapes language. We don’t learn to lie. We remember how to lie. People don’t hide lies, but be rest assured that people, indeed, bury the truth. The truth is the only real thing that scares people. People lie smiling daily.

Communicative Action

Breathe.

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