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That deep understanding that nothing matters always improve my mood.

My general lack of interest in existing doesn't bother me, we believe in nothing, Lebowski, nothing.

I know what's going on with me, I just don't know why it's happening again so soon...

If you disagree with the powers that be, that are poisoning your food, your water and air for money, bombing children and waging war around the world, trying to surveil and control every aspect of your life, they gonna call you violent extremist, they gon…

I'm a dumbfuck, I'm clouded, I must be, from all the shit I put into my body, into my brain.

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'm way more pessimistic and fatalistic than I'd like to let people know.

Every time you have settled for less, lowered your standards, skipped, postponed what was good for you, you accepted less of you for yourself...

Even though I believe we collectively deserve what we collectively allow.

I have the idea.

It's 2028.

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 h…

So much noise around me, so many minor distractions, minor chores, minor requests, do-this, do-that.

Big Tech companies when governments "force" them to collect even more private data: 00K00KKK000kdoccoddo;..'''

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.

You are being conditioned to "engage" [Deny!].

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.

I can only hyperfocus for short periods of time.

We keep going somehow after losing our true north, hoping to find a new normal.

On a recent feminicide case here, the man claimed to be an alpha male and quoted "influencers" and "coaches" in his messages.

Just because you don't see the walls doesn't mean you're not trapped.

Typewriter business been booming since these infinite monkeys showed up.

Took about 5h to make and implement it, but my "splash page" is done.

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.

You are profiled from the first moment you get online.

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.

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 Intelli…

Is it a master plan or just sheer greed?

My only idol is the burning one.

Reality is just the coping mechanism your consciousness created to deal with existence.

Sometimes I feel like I'm a fabrication, and I desperately try to find proof of my existence.

They are webcrawling, webcrawling all over me!

I just wish I could scratch behind your ear and give you a belly rub.

I find you cool, but I'm afraid of talking to you.

Feeling like an impostor after a slightly good day.

There's more in here than it looks.

Here's your idol, what you should aspire to be.

Excerpt from a conversation about god 2: "... magnetism looks like a quick patch to fix broken mechanics after someone messed up gravity.

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…

A good dream can ruin your day.

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.

Fucking spikes.