ok this starts second #ronawinter thread, first of its name, and i've tagged related tweets from northern earth winter, which is coincidental with the metaphor

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there's no we to this now; everyone i know is trying normal things or specific new things in shock, and has no room to think of changing the room around them? is that right? i only just got here. what's out there to interlink usefully? omg am i about to pin yarn to walls

in lieu of a faq here's where it took interesting shape to me last week, if reading down from there doesn't make sense maybe read upward or ask me or say to yourself "this seems kinda obvious, self-involved, sloppy, opaque, other" it's ok it's exploratory https://twitter.com/drownded/status/1245681110366838784

tbh this twitter is kaleidoscopic lies & these exciting thoughts bubbled up w/in the latest interval of new game parameters, which has two weeks left

i've been playing this so long if i were desperately celebrating nostalgia i'm not sure i could tell

is the world waiting really

i mean maybe under the political circumstances (kleptocratic sabotage of public service) the best that misfits can do is act kindly according to the best frameworks they can cobble from empirical sources

except if they see the crowd has lost its sense of the horizon?

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this might be hard to do if you poor thing are trying to make sense of these personal notes, games & idle leaps give them a soundtrack of children's giggling squeals splashing over mossy rocks during a sunshower on a disco starship

literally tho when i wrote "there's no we to this now" (in middle of local night) it was about "this" THREAD, this thought process, not flat stupidly denying public spirit or new cooperation

not about we the people delivering the goods, services & magic cash for winter hunkering

now THIS—subthread—is also me reminding me to mindful of someone maybe reading the whole thing someday so i don't lead them down a primrose pronoun path into avoidable extra bafflement

plural pronouns in a time of insane partisanship

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