Art

Indivia

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by Jana Astanov To celebrate the last Full Moon of this strange strange year, I decided to bring us all some hope and laugher…

Dream Home and a room of one’s own

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I think the “American Dream” was attainable for very few Americans and for very short periods of time. The saddest part of the failure of the “American Dream” is that it includes inalienable rights; life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness. You can’t achieve any of those things if your basic needs aren’t met, and secure housing is certainly one of those.

Traces of Life at The Hive Art Community

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In the interconnected networks of the Internet, where freedom is increasingly indistinguishable from control, Traces of Life offers up strategies to diversify and decentralize virtual space through creating community, cultural narratives, empower marginalized voices and collectives, while deconstructing and complicating lived experience in and out of the infosphere.

SheFi Manifesto

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How would the goddess organize our world? Goddesses have no interest in centralized systems of power. Trust belongs in the hands of each and every one of us, not in the hands of giant centralized institutions. Wealth, and its transfer, finance and its benefits can be executed peer to peer and in distributed markets. This is the gift the goddesses have given us. It is the gift of a new world, free of patriarchal control over our money and our lives, and a world in which we control and share our own wealth, friend to friend and sister to sister.

DeFiFem: Moon Goddess of Cryptocurrency

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The AI dispassionately informs you that you violated the terms of service by posting nudity, or using bots. But often, you did not do any of it, and you still get blocked – unexplained, mysterious rejection by the panopticon, acting as a fortress of moral conduct and internet laws. The concept of panopticon is seemingly reaching its final stage of evolution and totality through the controlled internet structures: hierarchical and centralized monopoly of the tech giants… And here is where our fight begins!

Psilocybin (The Sediments of Sentiments)

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Cradled in the fertile ground, I observed that the colours around me had begun to glisten, growing bright as time elongated. The soil seemed to be teeming and humming like a swarm of minute insects.