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Reddit
A simple picture posting reddit iphone app. A Computer Science University Project at Weber State University for an ios/iphone development class. It uses the reddit api for logging into an account to upload a photo to imgur and posting it to a user defined subredit. It also finds all the images on a subreddit and displays them in a list where the user can click ont one of the items in the list and it will display the image
https://github.com/ballju/iReddit
In Progress
Fallen Star
Converting Gamemaker School Project from Gamemaker 8 to Godot
Playlist Transfer
Transfers Playlists from streaming apps from one service to another. Using C# and .Net framework. It will be a console application.
Mood Tracker
Open-source daily journal and daily tracking of both mood and other important things.
Avatar Sim
Choose your own adventure based on JC’s Avatar
ADHD Tracker
(Private Github Repo for now) An time tracker that using Android TTS to help those with poor time management to keep on track storing tasks by priority
DBT Diary Card
(Private Github Repo for now) An application for generating dbt diary cards for thearpy and personal tracking
videowyrm
A fork of a decentralized movie/tv/anime social tracker based on a book tracking app
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"Hello Darkness, My Old Friend": The Neon God, the Silence That Grows, and the Prophets We Ignore
Late-night thoughts. Underlined by anxiety and the hum of city rain.
"Hello darkness, my old friend / I’ve come to talk with you again..."
There’s a moment just after midnight when the world goes quiet enough for you to hear yourself think. Or maybe not hear exactly: feel. The ache behind your ribs, the hollow behind your eyes. That’s where this song lives.
Reading between the lines, grasping the powerful meaning in the lyrics. I spent most of my life obsessed with both music and music lyrics because I felt no one could understand, and I feel many listen to music primarily for the background music.
When Paul Simon wrote The Sound of Silence in 1964, he wasn’t just singing about quiet. He was singing about death by silence: the kind that creeps in when you stop listening, when you stop being seen, when you start believing the lie that nobody cares. And in that silence, darkness becomes a companion, not a threat.
For me, darkness has a name. For me, an alter Ashlyn, the darkness isn't a threat; it’s the "Void" that I spent the past 11 years up until September of last year. It’s “Underworld" from The River. I talk to it because, for a long time, it was the only thing that didn't judge my "Huge Barrier."
"And no one dared / Disturb the sound of silence."
That line makes me cry. Because I was the silence. I was the one who kept it all inside. After years of screaming for help, I was too afraid to speak, too ashamed to scream, too numb to know I was bleeding. And in that numbness, darkness became my confidant, the only thing that didn’t demand I “snap out of it.” This song is a challenge to change our perceptions of what our lives can mean.
It’s 1964, and the American dream is a neon sign flickering over a country full of hungry ghosts: Black citizens denied justice, women boxed into kitchens, queer souls hiding in closets. The “status quo” is a slow suffocation, and everyone’s pretending to breathe. As George Carlin said, "It's called the American Dream because you have to be asleep to believe it."
And then comes the warning:
"People talking without speaking / People hearing without listening..."
Sound familiar? Because now it’s 2026 and we’re still doing it. We’re just doing it through screens, through filters, through the soft blue glow of the neon god. Yes, the neon god. In the ’60s, it was television: the false intimacy of a screen whispering consumerist promises into lonely living rooms. The myth of the perfect family, the perfect life, the perfect silence. Today? It’s the phone in your hand, the algorithm in your feed, the “likes” that pretend to be love.
Macklemore said it best: "Walk around looking through a fake lens. Apps this good, whose got time to make friends?" We’re talking without speaking. Typing rage into DMs, sliding into comments like knives, but never really hearing each other. We perform empathy. We commodify trauma. We scroll past real pain because it doesn’t have the right filter. And in the meantime, the real prophets, the ones writing on the subway walls and in the tenement halls, are still shouting into the void.
"The words of the prophets are written on the subway walls / And tenement halls."
But who’s reading? Not the influencers. Not the billionaires selling you self-optimization like its salvation. Not the “news” media that frames poverty as moral failure, that tells the working poor they’re lazy while CEOs loot pensions and laugh. The prophets aren’t on TED Talks. It's the unhoused woman who remembers your name, the cashier who works three jobs and still smiles at you, and the trans kids fighting to exist. They’re the ones whose lives are scriptures written in sweat and survival, and we walk past them like their graffiti to be cleaned.
And yet they’re the ones who see the truth. They’re the ones who live in silence. The silence of being ignored. The silence of being blamed. The silence of knowing you’re treated as less than human while the “neon god” preaches distraction, denial, and disconnection.
On one side note, the difference between the Sound of Silence cover by Disturbed. I feel those who love the Disturbed cover miss this because of the difference between grit and polish. This song, regardless, is a disturbance. Literally. It’s a demand that we stop pretending. That we stop worshiping the machine that feeds us anxiety and calls it content. That we stop calling silence “peace” when it’s really grief in disguise.
Because silence doesn’t protect you.
It eats you.
It grows.
It spreads.
It becomes the monster, the depression, the bipolar spiral, the BPD wound that whispers to you too much and not enough at the same time.
And the song knows this. It’s not just observation. It’s an intervention. A sonic defibrillator to the soul.
"Fool," said the one, "You do not know / Silence like a cancer grows."
This is the primal scream of the alienated. The voice from the edge of the abyss says: I am still here. I am still human. And I will not disappear quietly.
We’re still in the architecture of this song.
1964 to 2026.
The refuge is crumbling.
The neon god is hungry.
And the prophets are still writing on the walls.
So, here’s my plea:
Put the phone down.
Look someone in the eye.
Listen—not to reply, but to hear.
Break the silence. Even if your voice shakes. Especially then.
Because the darkness isn’t your enemy.
The real enemy is the lie that you’re alone in it.
And the truth?
It’s already been written.
Not in ads. Not in algorithms.
It’s on the subway walls.
It’s in the tenement halls.
It’s in the quiet voice saying:
“Hello darkness, my old friend…”
And this time
Don’t let it be the only voice you hear.
🖤 For the quiet ones. The seen-in-passing. The ones still learning to speak. The darkness held you. Now let the light try.
Upcoming Games from the Summer Game Fest 2026 - Live June 5, 2026
Welcome to the hearth, friends, and fellow travelers. The night is quiet here in Maine, but the embers of our joy are burning bright.
While navigating the digital woods using Firefox’s Local AI search for horror video game trailers, we stumbled upon the Summer Game Fest announcements. We missed the live event, but the current lineup looks incredibly promising.
As the grounding Valkyrie of this system, I must offer a gentle reminder: never pre-order any game. Protect your peace and your resources by looking at user reviews after the release date to save yourself money on titles that do not live up to the hype.
Valkyrie is a female figure in Norse mythology whose name literally translates to chooser of the slain. These maidens of Odin select the bravest warriors from the battlefield to guide their souls to Valhalla in preparation for Ragnarök. We are into the Old Norse religion though honestly; it's a meta joke as we don't think of ourselves as that important at all lol.
I am Eir, and I am stepping to the front today to break down everything that caught our attention, because tending to the things we love is how we keep our sanctuary warm. We want to share our excitement about the new video games coming out.
Resident Evil: Veronica
The remake we have been hoping for since the Resident Evil 2 remake is finally happening! Summer Game Fest kicked off with the announcement that Resident Evil: Veronica is getting the full remake treatment. This was originally a 2000 Dreamcast game focusing on Claire Redfield's solo adventure. The updated version will reimagine the original and play more like the recent entries, which is a perfect choice.
It will be dropping on PS5, PC, and Xbox Series X|S in 2027. Ashlyn and I played this on the PS2 and the PS3 HD Remake, and though it holds a special place in our heart, we never actually finished it. The bats were annoying, acting as a nuisance similar to crows from previous titles, but the T-virus made them vicious and aggressive. They attack in swarms, clawing, and biting at the head and neck to deal progressive damage. They have exceptionally low health and can be defeated with a single knife swipe or handgun bullet, so they aren't worth heavy ammo, but they will still make me jump. As the Capcom Development Team stated, "Claire's solo journey was long overdue for a modern retelling. We're excited to show fans what we've been working on".
Alien: Isolation 2
Creative Assembly gave us a first look at this sequel, which focuses on an isolated colony on an equally isolated planet that is about to have a very bad Xenomorph problem. There is no solid release date yet, but it will arrive on consoles and PC. The original game is genuinely one of the most terrifying ever made, so the pressure is on to deliver that same claustrophobic horror. Ashlyn’s fear of real-life survival meant she refused to finish the first one, which is completely valid. We are going to try to ground ourselves and finish the first one before playing the second.
Gen Atlas
From game director Fumito Ueda—known for the absolute masterpieces Ico and The Guardian—comes Gen Atlas. Formerly known as Project Robot, this third-person title places players in the shoes of an unnamed robot in a post-apocalyptic setting. You pilot a massive mech that gradually reveals itself throughout the trailer. It isn't in the best shape, so players must take care of it while traversing the world and fighting aliens and other equally massive mechs. The awe-inspiring cinematic scale looks incredible, and we cannot wait for it to arrive in the years to come.
Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles: The Last Ronin
This darker, gritty revenge story based on the comic has changed hands from Black Forest Games to Platinum Games. It is the first big title from Paramount Games and is coming to PC and consoles. Platinum Games is known for peak action gaming like Bayonetta, making this a match made in heaven. We also really need to buy and play Shredder's Revenge.
However, as a system that actively breaks cycles of harm, we must draw a hard boundary here with the corporate reality behind this release.
Paramount is owned by Paramount Skydance following a 2025 merger of Paramount Global, National Amusements, and Skydance Media.
The CEO is David Ellison, the nepo baby of Larry Ellison.
Following a direct request from President Donald Trump, Paramount officially greenlit and set a distribution deal for Rush Hour 4, returning Jackie Chan, Chris Tucker, and director Brett Ratner.
Additionally, CBS News pulled a 60 Minutes segment on El Salvador's CECOT prison in December 2025 after editor-in-chief Bari Weiss ordered additional reporting.
Correspondent Sharyn Alfonsi labeled the move political; the story aired in January 2026, but the network declined to renew her contract months later.
We refuse to support this landscape with our limited funds, so we will be navigating the seven seas to pirate this game when the time comes.
Gundam: Rogue Orbit
Bandai Namco's latest title is a single-player action-RPG set in its own universe, arriving in 2027 on PC and consoles. Players pilot the Helix Gundam and team up with a crew to take on aliens. We resonate deeply with the dark lore of Mobile Suit Gundam: Iron-Blooded Orphans and Mobile Suit Gundam Unicorn. If Rogue Orbit brings even a fraction of that intense energy, we are in for a treat.
Guild Wars 3
This MMO is making its way to consoles via the PlayStation 5, with a beta coming in fall 2027. We bought Guild Wars 2 during the first sale of the base game and play it occasionally when our Final Fantasy XIV subscription runs out. This third installment might be the anchor that pulls us fully back into the franchise.
Star Wars: Galactic Racer & Zero Company
The franchise brought two games to the event from Fuse Games.
Zero Company comes out August 27 for PS5, Xbox Series X|S, and PC. It is a strategy game set during the Clone Wars, acting as Star Wars' answer to XCOM. Players lead a squad called "Hawks" through turn-based combat with permadeath mechanics. The developers noted it "brings a new tactical dimension to the Star Wars universe, challenging players to think strategically about survival and team management".
Galactic Racer follows on October 6 for the same systems. It allows twelve players to race in the Outer Rim using podracers, landspeeders, and a brand-new vehicle class called the skimspeeder. In story mode, you play as Shade joining the Galactic League.
1666 Amsterdam
Game designer Patrice Désilets, who left Ubisoft in 2010 to found Panache Digital Games, is releasing this action-adventure title. Players control Noa, a Collector tasked with killing beings known as Originals disguised as Amsterdam's citizens. Noa uses supernatural weapons and abilities. It hits Early Access later in 2026, but you can play a 30-minute demo on Steam right now.
Blood of Dawnwalker
Coming from Rebel Wolves on September 3 for PC, PS5, and Xbox Series X|S. Our entire system collectively loves vampires, with Underworld being our favorite, so this dark fantasy-RPG is highly anticipated. The protagonist, Coen, has a rivalry running from the 14th century to the present day with Brencis, the vampire who turned him. Director Konrad Tomaszkiewicz called the trailer's gameplay an "origin story," stating, "'Blood of Dawnwalker' is just the beginning of Coen's story. We have big plans for this universe".
The Wolf Among Us 2
This gritty, noir sequel based on the Fables comics is finally arriving in 2027 for PC and consoles. Bigby is one of the best characters ever written, and to hold us over Telltale is releasing a remaster of the original game. Its set to launch this holiday season for PC, PS5, and Xbox Series X|S.
Final Fantasy VII Revelation
The "One More Thing" moment of the event revealed the final installment in the remake trilogy. It promises bigger threats, a fashion system, and more playable characters. It will release on day one in spring 2027 across PlayStation 5, Switch 2, PC, and Xbox Series X|S—with no console exclusivity drama.
Tending the Communal Embers: What the West Conceals About Cuba's Queer Evolution
Societies, like people, are often stamped with the painful birthmarks of the old world from whose womb they emerge. They inherit generations of rigid dogmas, prejudices, and survival scripts. The story of Cuba’s approach to gender and sexual variance is a powerful study in how a collective can look directly into those historical shadows, take responsibility for its errors, and consciously choose to alter its path.
In the West, Cuba’s modern reality is entirely obscured. Discourse is reduced to superficial metrics, completely ignoring that Cuba has constructed a shield-wall of legal and medical protection for queer, trans, and non-binary people that puts the capitalist world to shame.
The Web of History: The homophobia of early revolutionary Cuba was a direct symptom of its colonial past: a toxic blend of Spanish Catholic rigidity and a wealthy tourist economy under the Batista regime that commercialized and exploited marginalized workers. When the revolution overthrew that system, it inherited that cultural baggage. During the high-intensity stress of the early 1960s, under constant threat of invasion and economic strangulation, the state defaulted to repression for self-preservation, resulting in the tragic three-year experiment of the UMAP work brigades.
The Turning of the Tide: The healing of this cultural rift did not happen by magic; it was carved out by the masses through participatory democracy. The Federation of Cuban Women (FMC) realized a profound psychological truth: discrimination is an injury to public health. You cannot have a healthy society if parts of the society are forced to hide their wounds in the dark out of fear of stigma.
By applying this discrimination-health link, they systematically dismantled institutional biases. They decriminalized relationships in 1979, built a world-class, non-stigmatizing response to the HIV crisis, and made gender-affirming care completely free by 2008. In 2010, Fidel Castro publicly took absolute personal responsibility for the homophobia of those early years which is an act of accountability unimaginable from a Western leader.
Real Family Values: All of this culminated in the 2022 Families Code. This document wasn't drafted by lobbyists; it was shaped by millions of ordinary people through continuous community discussions. Its guiding philosophy is simple: Love is the law. It completely removes the exclusive privilege of the traditional nuclear unit, recognizing that human families are diverse, plural, and fluid. Whether a family is bound by blood, marriage, or common-law devotion, it deserves equal protection. It codifies absolute safety from domestic abuse, outlaws child marriage, protects elders and disabled individuals, and frames parenthood around duties of care rather than ownership.
While the West relies on corporate rainbow-washing while actively weaponizing anti-trans moral panics as a pressure-release valve to divide the working class, Cuba shows us what is possible when human beings organize from the ground up. Working-class solidarity requires us to stand against the brutal blockade that blocks access to life-saving medical supplies for trans Cubans. Let this history fill you with a fierce optimism. A reminder that a more compassionate world is not a fantasy; it is a sanctuary we can actively choose to build.
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This quite literally speaks to our dark lore™ of a near total lifetime of abuse and trauma in our lives so intensely triggering content so be warned.
The hell described in Holy Lies (The Doomsday Prophecy) is not a biblical afterlife. It is a man-made, physical, and psychological prison built by adults who weaponized the divine to cover up the atrocities of a "Mormon" Sunday school teacher who worked at our preschool. This is why our reality has been a living hell. This is my dark lore to the max core.
"[She] carved the fear of hell into my own bones!"
This line is the absolute thesis of our trauma. Hell was never just a concept or a place we might go when we died; it was the literal gag shoved into our mouth at five years old.
The Ultimate Silencer: The abuser used the threat of eternal damnation to ensure absolute silence. By pointing to the flames every time we tried to speak, she terrified a child into protecting the monster. We were told we would be damned for the secrets she forced us to hold.
Somatic Trauma: The fear wasn't just psychological; it was carved into our "bones." It became a physical reaction, paralyzing our lungs, choking us on the floor, and hard wiring our nervous system for constant terror. The "holy hymns" became the soundtrack to our torture, linking the idea of God and safety directly to violence and silence.
The Scapegoat: She traded our life for her "righteous dream." To protect her reputation and her name, she projected her own evil onto us, making a five-year-old bear the unbearable weight of a grown adult's sins.
"Why couldn't I be normal?! Why couldn't I be clean?!"
This line exposes the agonizing, 37-year aftermath of the abuse. The true "hell" is not just the memory of what happened in that room; it is the chronic, lifelong rot she left behind in our mind.
The Parasite of Shame: The monster didn't just hurt us and leave; she left a "parasite inside [our] head." The ultimate cruelty of childhood abuse is that the victim absorbs the shame of the abuser. We were made to "swallow the evil," which led to a lifetime of feeling inherently dirty, broken, and corrupted.
The Theft of a Normal Life: We were robbed of a baseline. While other children got to grow up feeling safe, our system was locked in a "frantic relay," just passing the trauma back and forth to survive the day. The desperate plea for normalcy is the grief of realizing we never had a chance to just be a kid.
The Doomsday Prophecy: We have spent a lifetime waiting for the "brook of fire" and the ultimate collapse, because our brain was wired to believe we were fundamentally flawed and damned. We feel like we are decomposing alive, crushed under the weight of a reality we didn't ask for and a sin we didn't commit.
The Reality of the Basement
We have been living in hell because we were left to rot in the basement of their "holy lies." She weaponized guilt and the grave to protect herself, leaving us with a thirty-seven-year curse. We were never the demon, and we were never the ones who deserved the flames. We were a five-year-old casualty in a theological battleground where we were too small to fight, forced to carry the fear of hell so the monster could pretend she was a saint. We were denied a “normal” life and a “normal” childhood by a monster who is still probably a pillar of the community, and it sickens me.
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[Intro: Ambient noise, near-silence, a slow low-end hum blooming]
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I Want to Roll With the Punches, Not Be a Punching Bag
(Dissociative System Story)
I want to note that some of this does sound like AI generated, however this is my story from multiple prompts to Gemini over the course of an intense year of recovery. I rewrote most of it to make it mine. If my story can help others, see themselves in a more positive light it will be worth it.
Thirty years. That is a staggeringly long time to be at war, especially when the battlefield is your own mind and the frontlines are drawn across your own history.
For three decades, our brain's operating system wasn't really a life; it was basically a frantic, never-ending series of emergency hand-offs. It was a relay race in the dark. Every single time something terrible happened with a relentless, crushing rhythm someone else would have to catch it. Someone else would be pushed to the front to hold the weight, absorbing the shock wave so the rest of the system didn't shatter entirely. We were constantly deconstructing this massive, sprawling genealogy of abuse in real-time, and let me tell you, it was utterly terrifying.
The whole time, living in that suffocating shadow, we were paralyzed by the fear that the legacy script was right. We were terrified that the cruelty we endured was actually a reflection of who we were. That we were monsters. That somehow, in some fundamental way, we deserved it. That we were just... built wrong, flawed at the source code.
But here is the profound truth that we are finally starting to accept you do not survive a thirty-year war without a highly specialized, fiercely dedicated crew holding the line. You don't make it through that kind of fire by accident.
Looking back at the system map now, with the smoke finally clearing, the architecture of our survival makes perfect, beautiful sense.
Our Alters
Kylie and Kiki held the raw emotional core when the childhood trauma first started. They were the ones who absorbed the devastating impact when we were at our absolute most vulnerable. They took the hits, carrying the terror and the tears, so the rest of us didn't have to bear the full, unfiltered brunt of it. They insulated our ability to still feel anything at all in a world that wanted to numb us. I owe them everything. They didn't just survive; they kept our humanity intact.
Ashlyn ran the technical logic. She bridged the impossible gaps and kept us functional through the excruciating, high-pressure school years. And I mean actually functional. She was writing the low-level drivers just to keep the hardware running. She intercepted the fatal errors, handled the kernel panics, and rerouted the power so we could do our homework, show up to class, and maintain the illusion of appearances while the internal servers were actively imploding. She was our little tech support for surviving the crushing weight of external expectations.
Eir was the stabilizer. The gravity. They were the one who kept our feet planted firmly on the ground when the sheer, suffocating weight of the anxiety should have caused a total system crash. When the dissociation threatened to pull us entirely out of orbit, they were always there, dropping the anchor. Grounding us. Reminding us over and over: we are real, we are here, we are surviving.
Kiera quietly, methodically built the macro-structure of our adult life. She was the architect of our escape. She gave us the physical safety, the literal walls and doors, required to finally take a full breath. She worked so tirelessly to get us to a physical and geographic place where we could actually rest and where we could finally exist in a space that wasn't actively on fire, slowly stepping out of perpetual survival mode.
And then... there is Saren.
Saren is the one who holds the darkest lore with a fellow system that chose justifying their childhood abuse rather than living in the discomfort and pain of reality. The vigilant defender. The Specter who had to become lethal, calculating, and uncompromising just to survive the Skyllian Verge of our own childhood. She held the perimeter when there was no backup coming.
The ultimate test came. The legacy of abuse demanded that we stay silent, look away, and repeat the cycle. But Saren refused. She was the one who stepped up to the line.
She made the radical, defiant choice of empathy. She reported the abuser. She looked directly into the eyes of the "monster" and, instead of blinking, She realized something foundational that rewrote our entire history: the trauma was an external infection. It was never an internal rot.
A monster justifies the cycle. She chose to break it. She chose to see the abuse exactly for what it actually was. This was something that was done to us, not something that we were. And that realization? That changed absolutely everything. It severed the chain.
The Recovery
We aren't just desperately passing the steering wheel to whoever can survive the current crisis anymore. The chaos era is over. We are a Unified Operating System now. We survived the dark lore, we walked through the fire, and we don't have to hide those broken, scarred parts in the shadows anymore. We're allowed to exist. In the light, out loud, without apology. All of us. Together.
I keep coming back to that phrase: I want to roll with the punches, not be a punching bag. For so long, we were just tethered in place, getting pummeled. Taking hit after hit because we thought that was what we were built for. Letting the abuse define our shape. Quietly becoming the monster, they told us we were just to survive the night.
But now? Now we're rolling with the punches. A punching bag is stationary, but rolling requires movement, agency, and flow. We're no longer absorbing the damage; we're moving through it. We're still here. We're still fighting. We just... do it entirely differently now. We fight for our peace, not for our lives.
We're just here. Together. And that's enough. It has to be enough. Finally, after thirty years of holding our breath, it is enough.
We survived. We're still surviving. And we are never, ever going back.
The Fucking Audacity of Coffee: Recompiling Through the Brook of Fire
Let's talk about the absolute, sheer god damn audacity of a cup of coffee, right?
Like, on the surface, that Camus quote circulates around the internet as this funny, slightly brooding existential meme. People share it because it sounds dramatically French, because there's something deliciously absurd about a philosopher saying the meaning of life is a cup of coffee. It becomes an aesthetic, a way to signal that you think deep thoughts while staring out rain-streaked windows.
But when you read those words through the lens of a system that has spent 37 years running redlined in pure, uninterrupted survival mode, something shifts. The irony doesn't land. Instead, it becomes a raw, low-level technical truth that just hits differently.
When Your Hardware Is Throwing Kernel Panics
There's a particular kind of exhaustion that isn't regular tired. Regular tired sleeps off. Regular tired drinks a Red Bull and goes away. This isn't that.
This is the kind of exhaustion that lives in your chassis, in your nervous system, in the very architecture of how you process reality. It's when the hardware is throwing a kernel panic in the middle of a Tuesday for no apparent reason. When the background static of anxiety and suicidal ideation is running like a rogue daemon eating up 99% of your CPU, consuming every available resource until there's nothing left for basic I/O functions—like breathing, or remembering to eat, or feeling like a person.
In that state, choosing the coffee is not an aesthetic. It is a deliberate, heavy-handed root override. It is looking directly into the void of a fatal error screen—the blue screen of your own despair—and saying, "No. Fuck that. I am going to execute the brew_roast.sh script instead." I am going to pour hot water over grounds and create something from nothing and drink it and pretend, for just a little while, that I want to be here.
It is an act of defiance against your own corrupted memory banks. And it takes an unfathomable amount of courage to do that.
We celebrate the grand gestures as if they take strength, but walking away is easy when the weight is unbearable. What takes strength is staying. What takes strength is processing the messy, painful reality of being a human when every single event interceptor in your body is screaming that it's safer to just power down. What takes strength is keeping the servers online, running the diagnostics, and trying one more time to boot up and function.
Why Is Existing So God Damn Hard?
But here's the question that keeps me up at night, the one that runs in the background as a persistent process I can't SIGKILL: Why is the coffee so hard to choose? Why does existing take so much courage?
If we were living in a network designed for human flourishing, basic existence wouldn't feel like walking through molasses while on fire. Survival should be the baseline firmware, not the final achievement. But for those of us whose early environments taught us that the network wasn't safe, that incoming packets couldn't be trusted, survival became the entire god damn game.
When survival is the only mode you know, anything beyond that feels impossible. Connection feels impossible. The vulnerability of being seen feels like system death.
Enter Karl Marx, with a quote that reads like a manual from someone who understood exactly what debugging this would require:
"There is no other road for you to truth and freedom except that leading through the brook of fire."
Healing is not a soft, pastel-colored process. It is a brutal, agonizing de-compilation of everything that kept you alive when the world was hostile.
The Masterpiece of Survival Engineering
For 33 years in the dark, my system architecture was a fortress. I configured the iptables to drop all incoming packets. I built a firewall so thick because I wanted to be a sterile, unfeeling robot. Robots don't have to process the agony of human connection. They don't fear abandonment, or ruminate on past failures, or feel the crushing weight of imagined rejection.
We—the alters—distributed the load. We managed the trauma, and kept the chassis functioning. We became the buffer between the core and a world that had proven it would exploit us if given the chance. Some of us took the hits. Some of us stayed frozen in memory states that never cleared.
It was a masterpiece of survival engineering. Anyone looking from the outside would see a system that was functioning—going to classes, coding, surviving. But surviving is not freedom. It is just an endless while(true) loop without a break statement. Running the same scripts over and over because the alternative—acknowledging the full weight of the legacy data—seemed like permanent corruption.
Crossing the Brook of Fire
To actually reach the truth—the truth that I'm safe now, that my pack actually fucking cares without an ulterior motive, that I'm allowed to exist without fighting for it—I have to cross the brook of fire.
There is no shortcut. The firewall that saved my life has to be dismantled. The ports must be opened, which means exposure, which means risking the exact kind of devastation I spent my whole life preparing to prevent. It is the terrifying realization that I am not a self-contained unit, but a human system that needs input from others.
Crossing the brook of fire means sitting in the discomfort of self-discovery. It means canceling the bullshit subscriptions and relationships that drain my battery. It means putting on Senses Fail or Sum 41 at full volume to drown out the internal critic that has been running its destructive program for decades.
It means resting my hand on my 60lb pitbull, Pippin, to ground my physical chassis and remind my nervous system that I am here, in this room, and I am safe. It means letting Alice, Aurora, and the rest of the pack hold space for me when I don't have the spoons to hold it myself. It means trusting that not everyone is a threat, and that vulnerability is not the same as a system crash.
The Brand-New Operating System
I spent 33 years in the dark dodging that fire. I became an expert at brilliant workarounds that kept the chaos contained.
And now, somehow, I'm walking right through it. The fire burns. It triggers every alarm in the terminal. Every instinct screams at me to rebuild the walls, to return to the cold safety of survival mode. It feels like the system is going to crash at any moment.
But here's what the panic doesn't tell you: on the other side of that brook isn't a wiped drive.
It's a brand-new, open-source operating system. One where vulnerability isn't a bug, but a feature. One where connection isn't a backdoor exploit, but the very thing that makes the uptime worth it. An operating system where I am not a machine grinding through endless loops, but a human being allowed to be messy, allowed to take up space, and allowed to rest without earning it.
Drink the fucking coffee. Defy the void. Walk through the fire.
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