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The Katanova in The Forest

katanova@retro.social

<p>Katanova Valentine Allwell</p><p>Zen Punk Nomad of the Allwell Collective</p><p>I am a furry hacker documenting my transit through apocalypse</p><p>I will help build a better world.</p><p>Reach out to me. The world can only get better when we help each other.</p><p>How we build the future determines the future we build.</p>

Posts

  • Post #3176661

    I had a weird dream that I was cleaning up a theater, then I was in some kind of zoomer horror movie while Kanye West was chasing me down trying to find me, bent on proving to me in particular that he is perfectly sane.

  • Post #3176660

    Yesterday someone asked me what color my eyes were. I said I don&amp;#39;t know, I can&amp;#39;t see them.

  • Post #2240563

    @ifixcoinops Hey dan, I went to a weird local shop and found an antique pinball turned into a coffee table and thought you&amp;#39;d appreciate it.

  • Post #2240562

    For all my anxious turbonerd weirdo friends, I&amp;#39;d like to share a mantra that I think will help. &amp;quot;What someone else thinks of me describes who they are, not who I am.&amp;quot; Once you have successfully internalized this, then consider the inverse.

  • Post #2240561

    So I&amp;#39;ve already solved all these problems by having my main phone running GrapheneOS and locked down from any google play apps, so this is just complaining because I think it might be helpful for someone else. I started a job that requires me to use apps from the google play store, and I&amp;#39;m not putting that garbage on my main phone, so I borrowed an unneeded phone from my partner, and went in to get a prepaid phone plan on it, knowing that I&amp;#39;d only be using it for work. Y...

  • Post #2240560

    Sometimes I&amp;#39;ll watch or listen to media featuring someone describing something that happened to them when they were younger, like &amp;quot;when I was seven years old I went out camping with my father&amp;quot; or &amp;quot;When I was 12 my mom let me drive the family car in a parking lot.&amp;quot; For a lot of my life, this form of recollecting was foreign to me. Not because I never did anything, but because the moments of my life have never seemed to register like that. Sometimes I m...