jonathancastellino: a.whisper.in.my.ear
jonathancastellino: purpose.which.seemed.like.hope
jonathancastellino: Moore's.law
jonathancastellino: you.cannot.think.your.way.out.of.the.catastrophe.of.the.world
jonathancastellino: other.ghosts.than.ours
jonathancastellino: the.cycle.of.permanent.loss
jonathancastellino: poem.of.the.invisible.subject
jonathancastellino: a.little.emptiness
jonathancastellino: all.the.hours
jonathancastellino: lucid.indifference
jonathancastellino: lucifaction.
jonathancastellino: darkest.day
jonathancastellino: at.a.blank.point.with.no.duration
jonathancastellino: to.hoard.the.self
jonathancastellino: all.the.things.I.used.to.see
jonathancastellino: my.name.is.Peter
jonathancastellino: when.reason.is.a.room
jonathancastellino: the.natural.history.of.destruction
jonathancastellino: empty.promises
jonathancastellino: you.wanted.to.turn.the.world.to.sand [and.are.surprised.that.it.is.slipping.through.your.fingers]
jonathancastellino: in.formation