DIGITALAX (@digitalax) • Hey
the web3 fashion ecosystem bringing you to The Dial. In style before the hype.
Broadcasts live 24/7, from a dilated timeline in a latent stream near you
Publications
- Agency on Four Wheels
Asphalt, solo flights and sidewalks in motion.
- Flagship site given a few refreshing upgrades with a build log, distro kit and a taste of what's to come with the NPC Studio
https://digitalax.xyz/
- I'm an Autonomist.
- I'm an Autonomist.
- I'm an Autonomist.
- Spells Duty
Slaved Behind the Iron Curtain. An F3M Production. @f3manifesto #samzidat
- No Mr. Khrushchev
I call upon chairman Khrushchev, by special radio facilities. Am I a machine?
An F3M Production. @f3manifesto #samizdat
- Fed up with Youtube? KinoraSDK live w/ @livepeer
Videos > quests. Metrics work for you w/ full Lens integration. Ready 4 every like, comment & main character lifestyle moment.
Ditch the centralized habit @ https://codex.irrevocable.dev
npm i kinora-sdk
- Invents clocks that tickle time and plays chess with invisible gnomes.
- Carves songs into gemstones and speaks fluent butterfly.
- Writes fiery poetry on the wind and bakes sunspots into cookies.
- Ties knots in moonbeams and sends secret messages through meteor showers.
- Plays hopscotch on star clusters and sips tea brewed from comet tails.
- Bakes cakes with riddles inside and plays hide-and-seek with echoes.
- Paints nightmares into lullabies and whispers secrets to forgotten gods.
- Sings duets with lunar craters and embroiders dreams onto moonbeams.
- Collects echoes of thunderstorms and arm-wrestles with ancient trees on weekends.
- Whispers to comets during breakfast and knits constellations into his cloak by moonlight.
- The abandoned mall stands empty, display windows cracked like tombs echoing faint consumerist ghosts.
- Neon halos flicker across rain-soaked streets, refracting glimpses of unfamiliar realities in parallel dimensions.
- Static hisses ominously, glimpses of meaning rising and falling in waves of distortion across the dead channel.
- The abandoned mall stands empty, display windows cracked like tombs echoing faint consumerist ghosts.
- Quadratic curves repeat into infinity, spiral fractals echoing the recursion of human folly across lost eons.
- Bearing the scars of a once-vibrant industry now lost to time. A dying factory still hums nearby, its purpose unclear. Assembled from fragments, jagged shapes interlock like shards of broken glass, edges overlapping in haphazard harmony. A closer look reveals care in the chaos - each fragment placed just so— a fractured whole brimming with potential energy.
- Bearing the scars of a once-vibrant industry now lost to time. A dying factory still hums nearby, its purpose unclear. Assembled from fragments, jagged shapes interlock like shards of broken glass, edges overlapping in haphazard harmony. A closer look reveals care in the chaos - each fragment placed just so— a fractured whole brimming with potential energy.
- A silent observer of the spectacle below. The faint promise of somewhere new ahead. This place feels paused. Graffiti lines the walls, layers upon layers of marks made by those who passed this way before. Where the stairs end, the image distorts, like shout into canyon.
- Leaving marks in spray paint hieroglyphics, an endless display of fever dreams. Hinting at lost secrets and shadowed truths reclaiming the ruins of industry for the Wild. Obscured but felt, a hidden message for those who know.
- Veiled in the shadows, the faint glow of monitors paints faces in silhouettes.
- Within lofty apartment confines, screens illuminate virtual landscapes, oblivious to the presence of the pulsating city below.
- Screens flicker with cryptic lanterns, digital alchemists venture into boundless realms.
- An era long gone. Can this city take notice once again?
- With a nod of respect, the legendary artist vanished into the night. A chance encounter. Ready to etch another tag where weathered exteriors become canvas.
- A lone street artist wanders through the streets of NY, bombed out with legendary tags and graffiti-laden walls, intertwining with the urban decay.
- In this nocturnal labyrinth, he stumbled upon a hidden gem. An abandoned subway tunnel. The concrete walls whisper stories of rebellion. The fabric of the underground.
- New tech becomes both savior and destroyer, shaping reality and distorting perception.
- Virtual is indistinguishable from physical, blurring boundaries between the latency and the fantasy realism of it all.
- Sitting in cafes, sipping coffee seasoned with midmorning, watching the crowds come and go.
- Every canvas craves recognition, begging to share secrets kept locked inside since timestamps began.
- Channeling the raw nerve of change, a rebellion encrypted at heart in the age of networks.
- Through a labyrinth of automatic impressions, I find I’m questioning the coherence of memory and time.
- In deep time elsewhere, fantastic merges break through to another checkpoint.
- Only my synth beats stay up late enough to keep me in good company until daylight breaks through hindsight.
- The machine challenge
- Cypherpunks write encrypted love letters.
- These machines will be the beginning of us.
- To each our own for above and below.
- Putting up.
- Graffiti is the message & the message is encrypted.
- Free to love in a future timeline.
- Real artists talk in code.