{"date": "2025-12-13T09:29:23.073251Z", "name": "Surrender", "tags": ["visualpoetry", "aiart"], "image": "ipfs://bafybeidmkwt7xk7iagldrj6v4obog3jeidw55lumxxkxtscwrabw55dfei", "minter": "KT1Aq4wWmVanpQhq4TTfjZXB5AjFpx15iQMM", "rights": "No License / All Rights Reserved", "symbol": "OBJKTCOM", "formats": [{"uri": "ipfs://bafybeidmkwt7xk7iagldrj6v4obog3jeidw55lumxxkxtscwrabw55dfei", "fileName": "display.png", "fileSize": "1044747", "mimeType": "image/png", "dimensions": {"unit": "px", "value": "1024x559"}}, {"uri": "ipfs://bafybeiaji5ue7rpfbheggrq5qvdligf27jyvqknyke7eti5uzwwns74tsq", "fileName": "artifact.png", "fileSize": "85689115", "mimeType": "image/png", "dimensions": {"unit": "px", "value": "8448x4608"}}, {"uri": "ipfs://bafkreigfglxpftk35avqc4xciorzuo2i4djjzoy7zlaon2b6duvynvxhfu", "fileName": "thumbnail.png", "fileSize": "170086", "mimeType": "image/png", "dimensions": {"unit": "px", "value": "400x218"}}], "creators": ["tz1Y1dzUUtPQRTKaDf1a5o3qqJffYYcPYcTf"], "decimals": "0", "royalties": {"shares": {"tz1Y1dzUUtPQRTKaDf1a5o3qqJffYYcPYcTf": "1000"}, "decimals": "4"}, "attributes": [], "displayUri": "ipfs://bafybeidmkwt7xk7iagldrj6v4obog3jeidw55lumxxkxtscwrabw55dfei", "artifactUri": "ipfs://bafybeiaji5ue7rpfbheggrq5qvdligf27jyvqknyke7eti5uzwwns74tsq", "description": "Leaving.\nAm I ghost now?\nI think about the last time I felt the earth beneath me.\nNot the ground, The Earth.\nThe weight of it. The way it said:\nYou belong here. You are of this.\n\nNow there's only the pull of something else.\nVast and cold and patient,\nwaiting for me to stop resisting.\n\nIn surrendering, the hardest part isn't letting go.\nIt's the moment after when your fingers uncurl\nand you realize there's nothing left to drop,\nnothing left to anchor you to the version of yourself\nyou spent years building.\nAnd still, you continue through.\n\nI am less now than I was.\nAnd somehow, impossibly,\nI am also more.\nMore space, more silence,\nmore of the terrifying openness\nthat comes when you stop pretending\nyou were ever in control.\n\nThe body remembers everything.\nBut what happens when the body itself becomes a memory,\nwhen you are no longer made of bones and breath,\nbut of the ghost of bones, the echo of breath.\n\nI don't know where I'm going.\nI don't think there is a where.\nJust this endless unbecoming, unraveling,\nthis soft and irreversible\nsurrender to whatever comes\nafter certainty ends.", "mintingTool": "https://objkt.com/mintV2", "thumbnailUri": "ipfs://bafkreigfglxpftk35avqc4xciorzuo2i4djjzoy7zlaon2b6duvynvxhfu"}