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I have been looking for a while to where I fit in on the political landscape. There is so much dogma and rigidity around the camps as they currently exist. Marxist Socialists or Pluralist Liberalism, Anarcho-Humanist or Enlightenment Rationalist. None of these really fit, like a shirt whose sleeves are too long or the mid…
Something has gone missing. Dead Internet theory has been decrying the lack of soul online for almost a decade. But now even the human generated content feels as aimless and just as algorithmically driven as the slop that proliferates so much of our online spaces. The heart is gone. Reason for posting and sharing something has been twisted and warped into a clamouring for views, likes, duets, reposts & remixing. Above all the motive of being able to sustain yourself through shit posting has taken even those with enough means already, like certain tech billionaires, down to play in the muck.
AI is inescapable currently. Quite literally every app is introducing some sort of AI into it’s main sections. My own website admin panel now has it through Wordpress which seems to have included it “out of the box” – I have no clue to which service it pings or who is footing the bill for…
In a world teeming with AI slop one could ask, why create anything? In order to cut through the noise you’d have to do something beyond phenomenal or just make something at least amazing that appeals to the most broad audience possible. Either way the chances of breaking through to anyone as a hobby especially…
I have been feeling a fair bit of #praxisParalysis over the last two years. Honestly I can’t believe it’s been that long since my last upload. Man how times change in such a short span. The more I learn, the harder it seems to see the path forward that lifts humanity out of it’s current…
The arrival was always signaled by the splatter of drips. This time, the slow uneven squelch of congealed mud, and blood. There was often blood. Swirling to mix with the muddy pools in the tattered mess of what had once been a pumpkin farm, but had recently been tarnished by the battlefield. The sword had…
Punctuality was why he was hired. Along with having one of the most forgettable faces in the twelve states. The car was of course always on time, the location sent 10 mins prior within easy walking distance of his location. The backseat smelled faintly of fast food & cologne. A smart blue wheelie suitcase with…
Three months of tedium had lead to this moment. Long nights and bleary-eyed days fuelled by coffee and a burning desire to have this puzzle solved. The closet he’d converted into a research study had barely enough room to turn around in. The small but deep makeshift desk was barely visible, fashioned from a thick…