Musing

I’m producing more work than ever thanks to AI, but I’m overwhelmed by unfinished drafts, a sense of online obsolescence, and my own mortality.

I geneuinely believe I’m the best ever.

Two cute women, one for whom I long, one for whom I don’t.

I increasingly find that I prefer AI-generated pornography over real-life encounters and traditional porn – it indulges my perverse fantasy of omnipotent control without the difficulties of human interaction.

I reflect on a woman whose reliance on charm and beauty has left her unprepared for her own agency, leading to mutual disappointment and disillusionment.

I’m fucking crazy. Did you know that?

A definition of seduction

After being forced to vacate our home due to required code upgrades, T and I have been living in a series of temporary spaces, financially and emotionally drained by a renovation we never wanted.

I hate being ghosted. It shakes my sense of connection, judgment, and even cosmology.

I’m scared