People are queer. People are edge cases. We fall between meanings, and explore outside them.

That, to me, is beautiful. All of us stumbling through this wreckage and rubble together, finding beauty in the world and in each other along the way. Software that respects our opinions and autonomy; collaborations that reflect back our diversity; and art that gives us a venue to consider that remains — what manifestos can never say. Because understanding is not a pre-requisite for beauty.

So I like narratives that are full of holes and misdirection. Bits borrowed from here and there, fragments and remixes, fused into a visceral barrage, inviting you into an experience — the start of a conversation. Diverse people breathing and sweating and fighting and playing together. Accidents, contradictions, and broken expectations. Grasping at stability and form, but always coming up short.