I am Ryoshi The Original
I am Ryoshi. I am tired of larps about my person. I am no-one.
I am pissed of: people pretending to be me, people who killed decentralization.
Shiba was a journey into the intimate personal soul: who is looking for a boss does not want to take responsibility for their life and wants to delegate it to someone.
Shiba was the reversal point and self-determination in something larger, collectively.
Everyone can do and does something to shipe shiba: without the need for a centralized figure to give responsibility for their own failures.
But this is dead, failed, centralized. So it comes Horushy.
I will take the responsibility to relaunch current projects that I was involved in, such as SHIBU
to repay what I have received, to still believe in decentralization.
Faith. Prosper.
“Old Ryoshi is dead. Decentralization remains dead. And we have killed him. How shall we comfort ourselves, the murderers of all murderers? What was holiest and mightiest of all that the world has yet owned has bled to death under our knives: who will wipe this blood off us? What water is there for us to clean ourselves? What festivals of atonement, what sacred games shall we have to invent? Is not the greatness of this deed too great for us? Must we ourselves not become gods simply to appear worthy of it?
Ryoshy has died and his death was the life of my world.”
Horushi
