The coming digitally wrought solar turn, 2017, is almost upon us. It’s a frequential construct within a simple but stunningly powerful control apparatus we call the calendar. This perpetual machine was imposed on humankind alone, without consent at the time, and under duress. Its beginnings tell you which end of the spectrum it is aligned with.
Each click of the counter is now enthusiastically invoked and celebrated while dark projects are ejaculated ack-ack from deliberately chosen erections across the world, to impregnate the oospherical skies.