Until the other day I hadn’t come across any obvious LLM written media. To have the first one I encounter *BE ABOUT ME* is surreal and weird.
I really don’t know what the fuck is going on, nor am I pretending to know. The completeness of crisis is too big to understand.
A recognition that not one of us knows what the fuck is going on. The past 2 years should have made this abundantly clear.
I have two new pairs of glasses. For the first time in a long time I’ve been feeling self conscious. But this is my face now, I’ll get used to it
Moments of psychic intensity generate ‘Big Feelings’. That we then carry around with us as unprocessed loops that keep us awake at night.
We should always try to speak openly and honestly with one another about how we experience the world.