AbstracMospheres

AbsctraMosphere #240

AbsctraMosphere #189

Tacita Time

For the misfits and messmakers

We're not here to follow what everyone else does

We embrace our mistakes and imperfections

We make our own pathways through the unknown

A little messy and not a good fit #66/100

Club Momo Collectibles

It's a shirt, just like any other.

But this isn't just any shirt - it's a Club Momo t-shirt, and it looks like it came from a gift shop. And when you look at it, you feel a sense of identity and belonging that's hard to define. You're part of something bigger than yourself, at least for a little while.

But the thing about t-shirts is that they're temporary. They fade away, just like everything else in this thing called life. They're not permanent. They don't last forever. Unless...

What if this t-shirt is just one more thing among things? There's always more to collect, more to buy. Maybe the game is rigged. Maybe the real goal is to get you to keep spending money on more and more stuff. Maybe everything is just another way for people to extract value from you, to keep you hooked, to keep you going.

Maybe there's a reason to collect. Maybe these things have profound meaning, a greater purpose. Maybe the things that really matter in life aren't things. Maybe the things that really matter are the relationships you build, what you create, the difference you make. Maybe the goal of life isn't to consume, but to contribute. Maybe the goal of life isn't to define yourself by what you have, but by who you are.

So you keep living, but you can live differently. You can live for the joy of it, for the connection, for the meaning. You can play the game for the experience, not for the score. And as you go on, you can start to see that life is different, that it's better, that it's what you always wanted it to be. You start to see that life is infinite, that it's forever, that it's real. You start to see that life is beautiful.

It's a shirt, just like any other.

Club Momo T-Shirt

Split

I am straddling two worlds. The physical world, with its sunlit goodness and problems that can be touched and handled. And cyberspace, with its pure ideas and solutions that waft around like wisps of smoke. I am pulled in different directions. One moment I am basking in the sunlight, enjoying the warmth on my skin and the smell of fresh-cut grass. The next moment I am lost in cyberspace, feeling the weightlessness of being untethered to physical reality. It is exhilarating and confusing. What is real? What is not? Who am I, really? Am I my body? Or am I my thoughts, my ideas, my memories? If I lose my body, will I cease to exist? Or will I live on in some form, a digital ghost haunting the ether?

STRADDLE #46/128

Unidentified contract

Two Ways

Blue

This is the final piece. A 1 of 1. From unlimited Blue pieces to 10k,1k,500,100,10 and now a 1 of 1. Big congratiolations to you for getting this.  
There were a lot of people trying to get this but you did it.  
I hope you enjoy this piece and share it.

Thanks for a wonderful journey.  
Thanks for the love and trust.  
There is more to come.

1984  
