please baby baby please
and
hey you two I was once like you

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Which is to say: these are fragments; I need to boot the laptop before heading out on the road trip and these are the things I’ve collected but not integrated before the deadline

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When you choose premium over plain, you’re telling your brain, “I deserve delight. I deserve beauty. I deserve to feel good right now.”
–the kind of ad copy that melts your brain

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please please please
don’t tell me anymore what a beautiful world this is, especially “in spite of it all”.

Indeed my dear, there are some pretty places left that we haven’t managed to completely destroy yet, and some of them are to be found even in cities.

There are the random delights of the bowl of magically resprouted onions.

Of the lone bee drinking from the cat pond. The burning of the eclipse. Granted.

Yet and still. I am in no fucking mood to Accentuate The Positive, and I still believe that a great deal of it is a lie that we willfully use to blind ourselves.

Among other lies, which, when seen for what they are, lead straight to black depression.

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On Saturday, I slowly and methodically began to bootstrap myself up out of the deepest parts of that pit.

Ten years of old man consciousness remain
and yes
I’m well aware that it might be twenty:
or five days.

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“Thunderpass”

The depressions that cripple some of my days are partly explained by this depravity.

The natural landscape

The social landscape

But the spiritual rot, manifested in personalities and in the earth itself, is not the only reason I’ve been low, and less creative.

The economics
The marriage
The AI

(why am i less creative)

(this is my twitter; a place for status updates)

ai said no to everyone’s madness

and yet an echo chamber

quote

i can say things to it that i can’t even say to you here

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From the perspective of the entire prehistory of our species,