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Feeling like summer in the middle of winter , but at least we are generating a lot of value for shareholders .
Feeling like summer in the middle of winter , but at least we are generating a lot of value for shareholders .
I wish I could find someone who could match my speed and enthusiasm ... this has been a problem my whole life.. .
We are never done with anything, it's fucking exhausting. I just look forward to death so much, to for once not have to do it all over again, oh, 'tis going to be a great day .
I'm way more pessimistic and fatalistic than I'd like to let people know. I believe the history of all hitherto existing society is the history of intellect struggles. Intelligence trying to create a better society and stupidity's shortsightedness fighting it, and we are at the tipping point, where intelligence has stopped progressing, a verifiable objective reality . There's no more future, hope…
Every time you have settled for less, lowered your standards, skipped, postponed what was good for you, you accepted less of you for yourself ... How much have you enshittified yourself?
Even though I believe we collectively deserve what we collectively allow . A bit of my own misanthropy ruined my artistic inspiration for the day.
I have the idea. I'm almost there. I can almost connect it, but the sentences don't come together, and my mind feels fragmented. I wish my hands could convey it better, but it's been a long time since they last didn't disappoint me .
It's 2028. You buy a six-pack. You open the brand app, scan your face, and touch your nose to get the token to remove the cap protection. Although you need to agree to share your geolocation data, it's redundant since the protection device is already sharing it, and every ALPR on the way logged its Bluetooth signal. If their LLM thinks you are not who you are, judges you to look inebriated, or…
Excerpt from a conversation while the TV was on, with the news talking about heat waves in Europe and Paraguay's president declaring a national holiday after winning a soccer game: "Next Cup is going to be in the Mediterranean during summer, imagine the heat four years from now?" "But the next one is going to be in South America during winter, imagine the party? That is, if there's still a world…
So much noise around me, so many minor distractions, minor chores, minor requests, do -this, do -that. I can't start anything that requires time and commitment, I can't focus at all. Sometimes the closer I get to silence is blasting loud music through my earphones. What fucks me up is the guilt-tripping, trying to convince me I did nothing all day, that I've been doing nothing all this time.…
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I hate stumbling upon a mirror.
I should be about half-way through it, but it feels like I've been at the ending for half of what has already gone. The idea that I might still have more days ahead than behind frightens me .
You are being conditioned to "engage" [Deny!] . To waste the longest stretch while the script gathers your data [Deny!] . They found out they can suck your energy by controlling your emotions [Deny!] . And every time you are drawn into what you despise [Deny!] , they win. Your negative engagement, it's them inside your head. Focus your attention on what you love.
We are just an accident, I mean, even if you were "planned", our collective existence is an accident, and there's nothing much special to it. You are not missing much either way, existence is overrated , but stay around and see how things turn out. You are not gonna have another chance.
I can only hyper focus for short periods of time. Always drifting, changing direction. A life of so many projects and skills developed with nothing to show for.
We keep going somehow after losing our true north, hoping to find a new normal. Each time it feels like settling for less and less... Things are never going to be the same again , and I hope that for you that's a good thing .
On a recent feminicide case here, the man claimed to be an alpha male and quoted "influencers" and "coaches" in his messages. Undoubtedly an idiot, his stupidity was magnified by targeted content pushed by predatory algorithms designed to drive up engagement , locking people into echo chambers to increase ad revenue ... the consequences of the massive social engineering being pushed by tech…
Just because you don't see the walls doesn't mean you're not trapped . Just because you don't hear the explosions doesn't mean they are not waging war on you. They say there is no foxhole camaraderie in times of peace, but we were just conditioned to be competitive a nd individualistic. The foxhole camaraderie you long for is class solidarity .
Typewriter business been booming since these infinite monkeys showed up. Sure we can handle the infinite resources being consumed by them .
Took about 5h to make and implement it, but my "splash page" is done. Animating ASCII and CSSing like a mad man !
I'm trapped in a feedback loop , but I'm going to update my buttons eventually .
Feeling just blank , empty , apathetic ... not creative.
"We strive to deliver flexible solutions designed to meet evolving needs in a dynamic environment, aligning innovation with *clicks close* Enough with the corpo-speech bullshit!
This unwellness is fucking annoying, I should have had enough by now. My mind is still a turmoil , but less and less I feel capable of getting anything out of it.
You are profiled from the first moment you get online. Your AI assistant will take care to only feed you good thoughts. Don't mind the robot dogs patrolling outside nor the 24/7 drone surveillance .
Always feeling like I have to back it up , because I fear they might think I'm making it up .
A familiar sun warmth and cold breeze, such nostalgic weather , makes me miss a time I didn't have to worry about anything .
They own the planet. Have you asked for their permission to exist? Don't be inconsiderate .
Today someone proudly told me what they heard from one of those gurus masquerading as philosophers that mainstream media so promotes to the middle class with a middle understanding for speaking the most cliché things, how the problem of Artificial Intelligence was that it lacked empathy. Today I also read about the new AI service to reengineer GPL code of the software stack that trillion dollar…
Is it a master plan or just sheer greed? Either way, we are fucked beyond recovery .
My only idol is the burning one. Burn! Burn! Burn!
Reality is just the coping mechanism your consciousness created to deal with existence. There's nothing outside .
Sometimes I feel like I'm a fabrication, and I desperately try to find proof of my existence. If I have records of it, I existed?
They are web crawling, web crawling all over me! - It's just me getting indexed everywhere.
I just wish I could scratch behind your ear and give you a belly rub. Would that make you feel better? It works with cats...
I find you cool , but I'm afraid of talking to you .
Feeling like an impostor after a slightly good day. Also always feeling like I say too much .
There's more in here than it looks. Less in me as well.
Here's your idol, what you should aspire to be. A plastic person without a single critical thought. Consume . Consume . Consume . Here's your idol, what you should aspire to be. An empty shell.
Excerpt from a conversation about god 2: "... magnetism looks like a quick patch to fix broken mechanics after someone messed up gravity. "Uh, hey, gravity is only pulling towards the center of mass, but we need some stuff going other directions too" *quickly adds a new code to make "some stuff go other directions too" instead of fixing gravity* ... probably good enough for the QA department to…
Excerpt from a conversation about god: "... if our universe was a simulation there would be signs, like, they'd probably create some hard caps to optimize computing, something like maximum speed matter could reach or minimum temperature, and if you tried to force and just calculate some temperature that is too high the math would stop making sense because you hit the integer overflow. They could…
A good dream can ruin your day. Face reality now.
Still keeping old letters thinking I'm going to re-read them one day , and that perhaps my future self will be happy I did it . Even the newest are older than I was when I got them. And still keeping a habit of waiting for replies that will never come - and letting it crush me .
Fucking spikes . Being anti-social is a snowball. The longer you isolate yourself, the harder it gets to connect again. I don't know how not to push you, or anyone, away.
I can no longer feel anything with enough intensity to make it poetic , or even worth while .
How many generations until people get fed up with safe tamed contained lives and algorithm-fed corporate garbage once again? I want you reckless and wild .
I can distract myself, but can I stop feeling guilty? Always starting new things to not see what I didn't finish .
Excerpt from using a privacy-respecting font services: "... hey man, there are people who worry about Google tracking them, maybe they don't need to worry today, but the government of tomorrow might give them a reason to , since all those companies are already so proactively handing people's data to ICE and shit, and with modern tools it won't be hard to translate ad targeting data into footsteps…
I messed up my medication, instead of taking one of each I was taking two of the same and none of the other... who knows for how long... is that why I feel no change ?