#tezos

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The emergence of matter prior to identity. A form without origin, direction, or continuity—a cold arc, suspended between no provenance and no destination.

Here, matter wavers before becoming structure, absorbing the source’s breath to sustain this bio-digital vibration in its purest state: pre‑organism, pre‑code, pre‑life. An existence void of history, born from the dense pressure of its own substance and frozen into a mineral eternity under the imminence of all possibilities.

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Cerebri Psyche

Amuletum Corpus Naturalis Collection

Trapped in a fecal bolus for 20 hours of despair, pain, and delirium; I received an epiphany that led me to produce this collection for the greater good. Amulets for physical and mental health. To be protected and combat the evils of physical and mental imbalance. Disorders that afflict us all, when we least expect them. Preparations based on organs and botanicals capable of combating a condition in a particular and general way. You can meditate with them visualizing them, or take them with you on your smartphone or in the background of your desktop. If they help you, let me know, if you want me to prepare a special amulet for you too. Of course you should not call me if this brought you any additional problems, surely you must be doing something wrong. The psyche is the set of human capacities of an individual that encompasses conscious and unconscious processes. Formerly, the term psyche was related to a type of energy or vital force of an individual that was united to the body in life and separated from it after her death. When the psyche is healthy, the individual has more opportunities to adapt to the environment, which is why the psyche has cognitive, affective, conditioned and unconditioned reflexes. Likewise, the psyche has defense mechanisms such as sublimation, repression, denial or isolation, among others. The brain is the governing organ. Visualize each part of this important system in your body. Oatmeal and hypericum (St. John's wort) are special botanical agents for the treatment of the psyche and its clarification. You must drink its infusion if your mind asks you to. Do not doubt your inner voice. Nothing I have written here has a scientific basis. Everything is the product of a revelation.

Tezos could have been mythic.

Once whispered as a sovereign chain for dreamers and builders, it promised code-level self-governance and a playground for the weird. It lured glitch artists, ritual coders, and machine-sorcerers into the fold with quiet elegance and tech that spoke in tongues no other chain dared.

But like all cautionary tales, it wasn’t the tech that failed. It was the people they gave the keys to.

It started subtle.

A few grants misrouted. A few gallery weekends funded instead of dev sprints. A few pretty faces chosen as curators instead of architects. The heads of art weren’t builders — they were vibe merchants. Linen-cloaked LARPers cosplaying as tastemakers with nothing in their wallets but conference schedules and airport lounge selfies.

OBJKT became the last light on the chain — not because it evolved, but because everything else atrophied around it. And even OBJKT, still barely functioning, operates like a cursed vending machine. Artists mint in spite of it. Collectors buy because there’s nowhere else left.

Tezos didn’t die from lack of innovation. It died from styling itself into irrelevance.

A chain run by vibes. An ecosystem curated by nepotism. A treasury bled dry by the cost of cosplay.

And yet, art still bleeds from it. Because the underground doesn’t care where the faucet is, as long as the water’s strange.

The real creators still mint. Still sell. Still haunt the node. They do it like rats in the rafters of Versailles — unseen, uninvited, but present.

If this is a requiem, it’s not for the artists. It’s for the stage managers who thought this was about them.

Let them sip natural wine and repost press photos. The rest of us have already lit the signal fires elsewhere.

Tezos is no longer the world we build on. It’s just the last altar we carve our names into before the myth moves on.