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'Escaping the Loop' celebrates the art of being alone, highlighting the profound authority a single soul possesses to break free from the relentless modern-day hamster wheel. Eloquently testifying to the essence of 'Still Living,' it gently urges us to seek contentment within our own solitude. In the courageous steps away from conformity, it reveals the untold story of liberation, evoking a powerful sense of empowerment and the timeless beauty of individuality.

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Escaping the Loop

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Web is a monument to the hyperlink, a poem dedicated to machine learning and a computer's dérive within itself.
 
 The project is a fully on-chain generative cross-linked network of webpages released in partnership with Fingerprints DAO and is a coproduction with Superposition. Blockchain development by Jake Allen.

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Arbitrum Bridge

Standing in quiescence, in this body of water, feeling its warmth and sparkle on my skin. I look up and see the rain, falling from the sky and the leaves. I smell the flowers, blooming and fragrant around me. I breathe deeply, letting go of my worries and pains.

I realize how lucky I am, how beautiful life is, how much I have to be grateful for. But I also feel a twinge of sadness, a hint of regret, a trace of fear. I know that this moment is fleeting, that nothing lasts forever, that everything changes. 
      
I know that I have to face reality, to deal with my problems, to make my choices. I know that I have to live, to love, to grow. I just breathe, and savor this moment.

Just Breathe

Next stop on the 1 train, 59th street, feeling the rust and the dust on my fingers. The windows are cracked and dirty, the seats are torn and stained, the doors are jammed and silent. The train is a relic of a past that is gone, a past that I miss, a past that I love. I remember how we used to hop the train, take it to Manhattan, watch the cruise ships by the pier come and go. The sound of their horns reverberating through the coast, the smell of their engines filling the air, the sight of their passengers waving and smiling. 

We used to dream of joining them, of sailing away to a new world, a better world, a happier world. We used to sit on the couch with grandpa, listening to his stories, laughing at his jokes, learning from his wisdom. He used to tell us that life is an adventure, that we should always be curious, that we should always be hopeful. He used to hug us and kiss us and tell us that he loved us. But he is gone now, and so are they. The ships, the passengers, the couch, the train. All gone, all lost, all outbound.

Outbound

I wander through the overgrown downtown, feeling the loneliness and the darkness in my bones. The moon engulfs the ponds of water and the reflections of the buildings, creating a surreal and haunting landscape. I look for a path, a way out, a sign of hope. But I find none, only decay and ruin, only silence and despair.

I am a stranger in a place that I once used to call home, a place that I once used to love, a place that I once used to belong. But I don't anymore, I don't fit in, I don't matter. I have overstayed my welcome, and now I must leave. But where do I go, what do I do, who do I become? I don't know, I don't care, I don't feel. I just walk, and walk, and walk.
      
I walk until I can't walk anymore, until I collapse on the ground, exhausted and defeated. I lie there, on the cold and wet pavement, feeling the pain and the sorrow in my heart. The moon mocks me with its brightness, the stars taunt me with their beauty. The night laughs at me with its cruelty, the world hates me with its indifference. I continue to cry, until I have no tears left. I feel a cold hand touch my shoulder, and I flinch. I look up, and I see a face that I recognize, a face that I love, a face that I miss.
      
She smiles at me, and she hugs me. She tells me that she is sorry, that she is proud of me, that she loves me. She tells me that she is here to take me home, to take me to a better place. She tells me that I have suffered enough, that I have earned my peace, that I have fulfilled my purpose. She tells me to close my eyes, and to trust her. She tells me to let go, and to follow her. She tells me to be happy, and to smile.
      
I do as she says, and I feel a warmth in my chest, a light in my head, a joy in my soul. I feel a lift in my body, a release in my mind, a freedom in my spirit. I feel a love in my heart, a love that fills me, a love that heals me.
      
I open my eyes, and I see a new world, a world of beauty and harmony, a world of grace and glory. I see the sun shining brightly, the sky sparkling with stars, the earth blooming with flowers. I see the angels singing sweetly, the saints smiling kindly, the Lord welcoming warmly.
      
I see her holding my hand, and she leads me to the gates. She tells me that this is my home now, that this is where I belong now, that this is where I will be happy now.
      
She tells me that this is the end of my story.
      
And it is a good one.

Overstayed My Welcome

Perched at the brink of the world, above a seething inferno that devoured all I ever knew and loved. The flames lick my skin, but I don't flinch. I only feel the frost of the void, the silence of the end. I gaze at the heavens, the orbs, the wonders. They are so splendid, so tranquil, so out of reach. They inspire me to remember why I'm here, why I made this choice.

I'm not here to grieve, to repent, to surrender. I'm here to discover, to evolve, to ascend. I'm here to gain perspective, to behold the grand design, to find my destiny. I'm here to transcend my humanity, my form, my essence. I'm here to merge with the cosmos.

Gaining Perspective

I sit by the rocks, in peace, feeling its gentle flow around my legs. I watch the ripples on the surface, reflecting the sunlight and the trees. I look at my own face, mirrored by the liquid glass. I think of you, of us, of what we had and lost. I feel a pang of nostalgia, a longing for the past. You were my everything, my reason, my joy. You made me feel alive, loved, whole. But you are gone now, and I am alone.

I wonder if you ever think of me, if you ever miss me, if you ever regret. I wonder if you still love me, or if you ever did. I wonder if you see me in your reflections, or if you have forgotten me.

In My Reflections

Quiet on the porch, I watch the hummingbird dart from flower to flower. Its wings beat so fast reverberating, they create a soft hum in the air. It is a marvel of nature, a tiny jewel that sparkles in the sun. It sips a dose of nectar from the blossoms, unaware of my presence. I get a surge of wonder and enlightenment, almost paradoxical, as if I have been granted a glimpse of something sacred.

The hummingbird flies high, leaving me in a sense of awe. I look around and see the beauty within nature everywhere. The flowers are vibrant and fragrant, the grass is green and lush, the trees are tall and majestic. The sky is blue and clear, incredibly vivid, the clouds are white and fluffy, the breeze is so gentle and refreshing.
      
Nature pervades everything, shimmering heavenly, colors so refreshing, a dose of the nectars of life, a splash of radiance. I feel alive and grateful, as if I have been blessed by the divine.

Within Nature

I have been waiting for you since the sun set, holding a candle in my hand that flickers with every breath of wind. I sit patiently at the gate, hoping to see your silhouette in the distance, longing to hear your footsteps on the gravel path. 

I wonder where you are, what keeps you from coming back to me. I try not to lose hope, but the night is dark and cold, and the candle is burning low. I pray that you are safe, that you will return soon, that you will embrace me and kiss me and tell me you love me. I wait for you, my love, with a candle in my hand.

At The Gates

I stood calmly under the starry sky, feeling the gentle breeze on my face. The night is quiet, except for the occasional sound of a wind whistling and passing by. I look at the moon, wondering if you are looking at it too, wherever you are. 

We used to walk together in this park, holding hands and talking about our dreams. You always made me laugh with your jokes and stories. You always smiled from my kisses, and from the compliments I gave. You always made me happy with your presence and love.
      
But then you had to go. You had to leave me for a better opportunity, a bigger challenge, a brighter future. You said you would come back soon, that you would keep in touch, that you would never forget me. You said you loved me more than anything, and that nothing would change that.
      
I believed you. I still do. But it's been so long since I heard from you. So long since I saw your face, heard your voice, felt your touch. So long since I felt alive.
      
I miss you so much. I worry about you every day. I wonder if you are safe, if you are happy, if you are still mine. I wonder if you ever think of me, if you ever miss me, if you ever regret leaving me.
      
I try to be strong, to be patient, to be hopeful. But it's hard. It's hard to live without you, to smile without you, to breathe without you.
      
So I come here every night, hoping to see you again, hoping to hear your footsteps behind me, hoping to feel your arms around me. I come here every night, waiting for you to return, waiting for you to say that you are sorry, waiting for you to say that you love me.
      
I come here every night, until the dawn breaks, until the flowers wilt, until the moon fades.
      
I come here every night, until you return.

Until You Return

Diary by Vinnie Hager is a look into Vinnie Hager’s artistic exploration over the course of the last decade. The development of his unique visual language begins with 100 archived physical drawings that established themselves as the backbone of this collection. These 100 drawings were split into 12 visual categories then paired with a varying library of color palettes. This collection is a generative open edition available for 24 hours. All artworks minted will have a physical counterpart claimable at a later date.

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Dark Super Bunnies are rare, conflicted superheroes sworn to defend the metaverse… while battling their demons.

A collection of 7898 unique NFTs with over 100 different traits.

Not affiliated with Proof Collective or Moonbirds. DOS Trash Birds is a 1k collection by Empress Trash and Max Capacity. Hand curated from ~13k dossified generations of Original Moonbirds this collection is a bonafide cash grab for fun, the art and to celebrate CC0 remix culture. 20% of all sales primary and secondary goes to DOS Punks Dao to support new and emerging artists.

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