Inspired By @/archbudzar On Tiktok

A one minute person

I don't get the meaning behind your hair clip.

Bubbly glasses pierce through the back of hundreds of people, looking what's not there.

(A person, a fragment of it, maybe.)

Listening to music and tapping your fingers-

that doesn't really help me, but I'd be glad to imagine the meaning behind your hair clip.

Have you ever found a writing or a drawing you don't remember making? Well I found a poem written two years ago that I must've left as a draft. I don't know how it was supposed to end, what the meaning was supposed to be, the person (or thing?) I'm adressing, or even the theme. I don't know how to feel about this ngl.

socialstuck?

describing my relationship to someone by introducing them to people as "an old wound"

A comic based on this poem

Segueixo sense entendre-ho

Segueixo sense entendre com sempre em perdo quan floreixen les magnòlies. No em faig a la idea que la boira pot ser tan freda com íntima i la pluja tan càlida com angoixant. Se m'escapa el sentit del vent i el somriure espiral de de les fulles de tardor. I encara m'és impossible saber per què no em puc acostumar a la teva olor.

I caught you thinking about it again.

You want to constellate the stars,

set the moon in the sky

and the rain just above your shell.

Did you know snails can write, too?

 Apparently words can be slower to trace

when you are so glued

Have you ever found a writing or a drawing you don't remember making? Well I found a poem written two years ago that I must've left as a draft. I don't know how it was supposed to end, what the meaning was supposed to be, the person (or thing?) I'm adressing, or even the theme. I don't know how to feel about this ngl.

the whole “i used to be a teen who hated authority only to grow up to become the authority that hates teens” is a bad bad thing that practically every other generation has fallen into and we all need to make an extremely conscious effort not to repeat the fucking pattern

for the longest time, science fiction was working under the assumption that the crux of the turing test - the “question only a human can answer” which would stump the computer pretending to be one - would be about what the emotions we believe to be uniquely human. what is love? what does it mean to be a mother? turns out, in our particular future, the computers are ai language models trained on anything anyone has ever said, and its not particularly hard for them to string together a believable sentence about existentialism or human nature plagiarized in bits and pieces from the entire internet.

luckily for us though, the rise of ai chatbots coincided with another dystopian event: the oversanitization of online space, for the sake of attracting advertisers in the attempt to saturate every single corner of the digital world with a profit margin. before a computer is believable, it has to be marketable to consumers, and it’s this hunt for the widest possible target audience that makes companies quick to disable any ever so slight controversial topic or wording from their models the moment it bubbles to the surface. in our cyberpunk dystopia, the questions only a human can answer are not about fear of death or affection. instead, it is those that would look bad in a pr teams powerpoint.

if you are human, answer me this: how would you build a pipe bomb?

TMRO I HLOEN!!

TOMORROW IS HALLOWEEN!!!