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i'm ian, i've got music in my pores—but i love reading, tinkering, and experimenting pretty holistically: a mile across, but only a few inches deep in places. you probably have got an adequate intuition for that if you're here



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(abridged) list of current projects:

🎼final revisions, electronica LP
🀄svg timeline, china's dynastic history
mixed media video essay, chess history


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learning chinese⇒ 🀄 ⇒@cidian
〃to be a person⇒ 🦒 ⇒@aquamanile


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🎶🎼🎛https://audio.com/ia.remsen
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last.fm listening



the oyroppese, around the influence of various gourds and the chill of winter, often become morose in their disposition, and begin conflating cats and other bystanders with a native conception passed down through oral tradition: that of a very sad person who, for one of any number of reasons, is no longer able to sleep: the gah-yuust. oyroppese understand many reactions to sadness, but most identified mythological examples of the emotion end in either self-mutilation or a rehabilitating session of sex. since most people have died, and death is viewed as a form of slumber, most gah-yuusten are dead also.


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