FoxQuirk 🦊 @quirk@computerfairi.es

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why does tech not look like this anymore, we need to start giving sony engineers infinite budgets again

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开始 them all 2001
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"We cannot have a society in which, if two people wish to communicate, the only way that can happen is if it's financed by a third person who wishes to manipulate them." - Jaron Lanier

Fun fact: you know that then where you go back to programming language A after doing a lot of work in B, and accidently use B syntax in A?

That's how the English language got the letter "H" in "Ghost".

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Just bought a typewriter.

You can tell it's old because it's got neofetch on it.

does any of this make sense? i must sound crazy here. i think if you've never been through it, it must seem completely unrelatable. but it's just. god. what happened to me. i'm happy, but also... life is such a funny thing, isn't it?

you shoot the cop in your brain and the city around him starts to dissolve into goop, the fabric of reality starts to twist into a whirlpool around you, you find yourself thrust through a wormhole into another plane of existence, and you wake up in a field of sunflowers

it is like my own mind is protecting me from being dragged back into that world of pain. genuinely it is very bizarre. there is in fact a hole in my memories here. it is very difficult for me to access those previous emotions. yet i remember all the other stuff in my life!!

it is so incredibly strange. there is this whole existentially terrifying egregore that i was a part of, in many different shapes and forms, that defined some great half of my emotional existence and online experiences for so many years, but now it is gone along with the memories

but it's also about a lot of other things i would struggle to name because i am blessed, Blessed, with having spent something like three years Out of this world of constant suspicion and In the world of the living

i do not wish to speak badly of the wilderness. it is an enchanting, strange place full of wonder. but one must not wander into it without a plan, if one wants to find themselves back in civilisation at the end

oh, relatedly: do you experience this fear when you can't tell what group someone falls into? i probably also had that before. i think this is also bad. a healthy mind can't only engage with that which it thinks it already understands

i think i can only really describe it with one of those visual metaphors. that it is like the doors are closing in the mind and there is an attempt to limit one's vision so one cannot perceive all of the person. i look towards the person like a small and terrified creature.

i don't mean even that the person is tedious, or annoying, or whatever.

i mean something i don't have a straightforward word for: psychologically threatening. a kind of terror that i must not allow their words to reach me.

this also isn't just or even primarily about politics

i also do not mean threatening in the sense of obviously politically hostile. if someone pops up and their entire thing appears to be "i want [the likes of you] dead" then, obviously, i'm not particularly inclined to want to deal with them, even if the conversation is cordial

i do not mean threatening in a purely practical sense. if the likes of Ch*ya R*ich*k were to appear in my mentions, i would backpedal as hard and fast out of that as i possibly could, because interacting with them means people are about to send death threats to your house