End of the year, remembering all the years
it's almost 2023, it was just 1992
it's almost 2023, it was just 1992
there is some power to be found in loudly and emphatically giving a shit where people can bear witness to it.
There should be a German word for having never wanted something, but needing it to feel good all the same.
We can never ask AI to generate the past we want to hold onto, or the perfect world we believe was promised to us and I guess for some it is easier to hope that someday a computer will make this world perfect for you than to accept that real perfect will always be broken
I’m home, and I did not plan to be here