I want to become a tech billionaire, then spend the rest of my life in abstractions only pleasant to the mind, then eventually betray everything around.

Motherships and interstellar architectures with the name inscribed. I want to expand the typography, enlarge it indefinitely, always aiming for larger fonts.

High-quality productions of people, lots of people, all clashing together in a coherent simplification. It’s all filmed in closely tilted angles, fast-paced movements, and with thoughtful intention.

We’re talking rainbow-painted animals in a supermarket, people laughing in slowmotion, aliens brushing their teeth, and dishes of raw meat with lukewarm water on top.

It’s that next-species type of beauty that makes you feel grand. A reminder that you are part of a larger collection, perhaps wilder than you thought.

The warm nostalgia, the existential loneliness, the longing for tomorrows worlds, the wonderer of risks, and the sonder of isolated thoughts. We all must feel it and we all are it.

We are all of ourselves! I want to greet the obligate mutualistic humans for I seek their wisdom. The ones recognized by the sphere of flesh sitting in outer space, coated in a dark translucent film of protection.

We’re talking busstops in the background, custom-made veins, intelligent ads, and multi-planetary celebrities. Bigger revolutions and bigger threats. More energy and more war.