Photography is Reality Inflicted

A mood piece. Taken at sunrise on Christmas day, coincidentally also my birthday. Winter mood. Also, I've had my first real sale on Etsy. I don't know who it was, but I have my suspicions. Anyways: 本当にありがとうございました。おかげで老人は幸せな気持ちになりました。(Don't blame me for spelling, google translate committed all the crimes.)

I've been playing around with this old thing again. History in a frame.

If summer is here, then autumn is just around the corner. Might as well prepare mentally while we can.

Life.

Falling. For [reasons] I was looking through a download of an old Facebook account that I used to have. It contained small copies of files that are now burning in the inferno of hard drives crashed. This was one of them. I've actually forgotten when and where it was taken, but the visual metaphor can be applied to the changes occurring in the world right now. Reality-Inflicted on Etsy. Please pop in, have a look around. No need to buy anything, I'd love to get your thoughts on the store, the images and, well, everything. I am only listing digital wallpaper images at this time. Trying to keep it simple while I learn the processes. If you do buy to buy something, make sure use the code TUMBLR50 for at checkout for 50 % discount on your purchase. If you do, I'd really appreciate a comment on what was good and what was bad, an honest review. :)

I've spent an ungodly amount of time talking to myself (via the medium of an ai chatbot) over the last couple of weeks. Since Ai has become such a massive conversation piece in the contemporary conversation, and an idea that has driven an absolutely insane competition politically, technologically and economically I felt that I had to step out of my comfort zone and try to learn something. I started a project where I built an Etsy store – I've learned about batch editing, kerning, and making templates in photoshop. I've almost thrown my computer out the window a couple of times and also secretly planned to reboot my hard drive just to spite the Ai. Anyways, the shop is live now – I've decided to join the club about 10 years after everyone else. Initially I've decided to go for some wallpapers. I'd love it if you'd like to visit the shop and give me your opinion about the selection, the store, the listings and the translations (all posts written in my broken English originally). The launch selections is pretty small, only 11 bundles with 3 wallpapers. There is currently a launch discount of 20 %. Unfortunately I can't hand out any discount codes that gives the stuff away for free. But I have created a code: INTRODUCTION75 that give an additional 75 % off on top of the site discount of 20 %. There are 29 uses left on that code. If you decide to buy, please give an honest review of the process and the wallpapers. That would mean the world to me. :) Time to get back to regular posting again.

The core take away from my sessions with Claude has been not quite as much kafkaesque as Joycian. Now, I still haven't struggled my way through "Ulysses", but I've started it a bunch of times. One quote has stuck with me, though: "The harlots cry from street to street shall weave Old Englands winding sheet." An allegory for Ai-chats and this image alike.

Empirical evidence that cherry tree blossoms petals are, in fact, unicorn farts.

The textbook definition of a "heavily eroded grassland".

Abstraction verging on inanity.

A re-edit. For funzies.

Choker the friendly ghost.

Another angle of memories refracted...

It meant it as a good thing.

Faded high.

Turning point Landskrona. [Pun intended.]

There is a actual link between vegetables having crazyhorny sex and me consuming a metric fuck-ton of antihistamines. Depicted above is a fragrant swinger party.