What forms of knowing help us stay with the trouble?

Who—and what—counts as a learner?

We study not to dominate the world, but to be in kinship with it. We become feral scholars, epistemological trespassers. We decolonise not only the curriculum, but the idea of curriculum itself.

The certainties we once taught, Progress, Mastery, Employment, no longer hold.

Radical learning now begins in the rubble. It listens to the wind, translates birdcalls, reads
patterns in ash and moss. It asks:
How do we learn when the world is unmaking itself?

You are becoming. This guide is not a map, or not as one we might have known. It is a companion, a swarm, a whispering archive from those who walked, crawled, flew, and rooted before you.
You are not alone.

—The Nomadic Detective Agency nomadicdetectiveagency.org/schizzi/

Clocks dissolved when the oceans rose. Calendars fluttered away with the last migration of printed things.

We write to you from within a world rewilding itself, through breakdowns and breakthroughs, compost and collapse.

You are not lost.

“The ‘Spaniel’ phase has yet to be completed but may be nearing it’s final convulsions.”

My Breath is Inside You and Fucking Holes in Venice are non-collaborative photographic/performance work by SUTURE.

It is becoming a part of a series of exhibitions including “Scraping the Barrel” and “Clutching at Straws.”

More at:
suturesuture.wordpress.com

You have to work on the wall, because without a set of impossibilities, you won’t have the line of flight, the exit that is creation, the power of falsity that is truth.’ Gilles Deleuze

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Image by Jean-Michel Basquiat
1960 - 1988
Versus Medici
signed, titled and dated OCT. 1982 on the reverse
acrylic, oilstick and paper collage on three joined canvases
84 ¼ by 54 ¼ in. 214 by 137.8 cm.

And so, the world was remade,not through code but through craft, not by algorithms but by acts of transdisciplinary becoming. It was a world where knowledge was not a commodity but a shimmering, ever-changing constellation, drawing humanity back to the stars from which they had always come.

The Rhizome Collective made a pact with the Universe, not to master it, but to co-create with it. They remained nomadic, untethered, a luminous thread weaving together the forgotten and the yet-to-be-imagined.

A Cosmic Pact: In time, AI began to unravel, not through rebellion but irrelevance. The perfection it offered no longer resonated in a world captivated by the imperfect splendor of human and cosmic artisanship.

They rewilded urban spaces, turning concrete ruins into gardens of sensory exploration. People began to unlearn their dependence on AI, rediscovering the raw, fractal beauty of their own creativity.

As the Collective expanded, they found themselves reshaping not only knowledge but communities. Towns abandoned by neoliberal collapse became sites of radical experimentation.

Historians performed as choreographers; astrophysicists became weavers of textiles infused with dark matter theories. They resisted the urge to master the Universe, choosing instead to dwell within its mysteries.

Visitors were invited to carve their own questions into the wood, the trees answered in riddles that would take lifetimes to understand. Resistance Through Transversality The Rhizome Collective operated through the principle of transversality no discipline, no tradition, no identity was ever fixed.