Listen, baby. I’ve built a castle for you. I want you to love my castle, and I want you to love me for building it.
As a very irregularly-shaped human with zero Google-readable nanoparticles running through my bloodstream and no desire to put techies in charge of my immune system ever, I have no reason to admire them, or to buy into their carefully worded, self-serving lies.
In a world driven by financial self-preservation, truth-telling is a commercial affair. Truth, the edited version, hello.
The sense of sanity is gone.
Our masters don’t mind our fighting with each other for the leftovers from their table.
With gratitude to all my good ancestors, Please guide me and please help me do this right. I am voicing a very strong objection to politicizing our intimate reactions to the pandemic. We are all dealing with an existential crisis, and adding...
We are on our own, and the sooner we realize it, the better our chance of surviving.
Imagine trying to get happy on a tight deadline. Like you have ten minutes to get happy, or else your boss is going to punish you.
Our soundbites are our digital drugs.