Wolf's Den

can grief stop hiding in the half smoked cigarettes my impoverished father would've farmed from the cracks in the sidewalk outside of a convenience store? the same half smoked cigarettes that eventually killed him of lung cancer? that he insisted on taking secret puffs of until he literally couldn't breathe anymore? it's an ironically cruel place for a fond memory to be

Grief has a sense of humor only those who have lost someone truly get.

keep yourself safe. this will take time. let yourself drift as you need to, ebb and flow, and keep your anchor near the shore.

maybe don’t shut your mouth. maybe be incessant. maybe state your crude and badly hewn truths. certainly—not maybe, certainly—do not defile yourself to deceive that all is fine.

Wait why is youtube now putting an ai button on videos that’s like “tell me what this video is about”??? Do they think we’re too stupid to watch video now?

Like is the pitch at this point really that we should be relying on ai to do our jobs, make our art, make our music, do our homework, do our chores, research for us, write our papers and emails and texts, summarize all our books and videos and movies into a single sentence, strap a chatbot to your physical body so it can tell you how to respond to people in real life, replace therapy and friends and partners, think for us, do for us, exist for us, and this is being sold as “convenience”? Wow ai saves me so much time! It’s so nice to have something that can live for me so I have more time to *checks notes scribbled on hand* uhh. Sit and stare blankly at a wall? I think that’s all that’s left really

post so nice had to reblog it twice and force it down everyone's throats

do not ask when you will return to whom you once were. open the door and look towards the mirror with curious gardens, and say: I wonder what creature I am becoming? ask, whom will I be next?

have a little bit more hubris, darling, and see what you may achieve.