I repeat this as a mantra while on the 51 train to my 9-to-5. Frosty af, but at least my shoes are cozy. I take this train like, 4 days a week, and they STILL haven’t fixed the escalator after 3 months. I’m hoping AI takes THAT job, not mine. Mind your steps, fr.

It’s the year 2025 and public transport is like a movie theater, just everyone has their own screen. I like to think about the internet not in terms of information, but in terms of affect. I like to think that all of these people are doing something good and nice, and that they are feeling happy. Chill times and safe travels y’know. But, like, I know that’s cap. I know when I open my phone, I’ll see war crimes in 4k and Trump’s or Netanyahu’s ugly face. Nevertheless, I wonder what’s on all the other little screens and what little songs are those people listening to. At this very moment I am in an unwritten competition with them, to not take my phone out of my pocket. I want to feel d♥i♥f♥f♥e♥r♥e♥n♥t, and I want to justify my inner judgement by being d♥i♥f♥f♥e♥r♥e♥n♥t, seeming d♥i♥f♥f♥e♥r♥e♥n♥t.

I want to be more r♥e♥a♥l, and in the r♥e♥a♥l world.

I see, like, 20 apples and none to grab; your world in your pocket, your world in your hands. We ain’t just looking at 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲™, we ARE in it, 𝒷𝓊𝓉 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒾𝓈… we all have our own 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐬™, and rn I’m not doing anything, just observing and judging. Judging from afar, giving myself the green light. And people say 𝕺𝖓𝖑𝖞 𝕲𝖔𝖉 𝕮𝖆𝖓 𝕵𝖚𝖉𝖌𝖊 𝕸𝖊, so in a way I’m playing GOD (ʘ‿ʘ)ノ✿, even though it’s not my intention*¸ „„.•~¹°”ˆ˜¨♡ I just can’t help myself•.„¸*. It makes me feel superior, like I know better and my feed is, like, smarter, just like 🎀 𝑀𝓎 𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓁𝒾𝓉𝓎™ 𝒾𝓈 𝒷𝑒𝓉𝓉𝑒𝓇 🎀 » and I know there’s no objective 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲™ and all that, RIP. Time and space exists within us. Time is a PRISON. BLA—BLA—BLA—BLA—I feel like I’m losing it. Nothing is true. Everything is permitted. Most times I’m good, but sometimes I’m imagining getting cooked, assaulted, or the whole train getting got. I lost, I took out my phone.

𝐇𝐲𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐢𝐠𝐢𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞.

What is it like to kill a woman? Go to YT, Google’s AI failed, and 200k+ ppl saw AI-generated cruel violence against women before they took it down. Misogyny’s wild. Phone and I’m instantly spinning out. Psychosis unlocked. Our future’s 20 pedo lizard overlords owning everything. Rent’s sky-rocketing, and our socials will be 12k war and hate crimes with the first comment “is this AI?” from a bot. Israeli students chanting “May your village burn”. Tribute dancing. Dying children. What I ate during the day as a Fatty. Famine. Trump Gaza. One year old baby was raped by UAE backed forces in Sudan. Diva it’s ok buy a €6 coffee. $45 milion Google-Israel deal. Justin Bieber Instagram awakening. Russian drones strike kindergartens. Homeland Security Gotta Catch ‘Em All. China’s new ghost logistics centers. Latte. Instagram manifesting matcha fields wide and long enough to supply everyone, it’s like willy wonka factory but MAKE IT 🌸ꗥ～ꗥ🌸 𝐝𝐮𝐛𝐚𝐢🍫 𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐥𝐚𝐛𝐮𝐛𝐮🐻 𝐛𝐥𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐬🌟 𝐠𝐨𝐫𝐩𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐞🌲 𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐠𝐚𝐧𝐠🎶 𝐟𝐫𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐞𝐫𝐨✈️ 𝐜𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐞🏡 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐮𝐩🎨 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐢𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 🌸ꗥ～ꗥ🌸✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨ Matcha fueled neoliberals. But it’s not hype anymore, bc hype actually makes things happen with belief. It’s not real now, but it COULD be. And when it is, it always was. I AM a leo and the lion is struggling. People say it’s so over, but I like to think that it’s always darkest before the dawn. We may live in the Digital Dark Age but The Enlightenment followed the Dark Ages and I’ve heard history likes repeating itself. But Enlightenment’s also cooked 👻 𝓕𝓤𝓒𝓚 👻  The things we encounter daily on spectacular media are almost always a proxy for some deeper realities we are not always participants of. And yet, now we have another layer to question, whether the things we encounter are participants, whether we are not engaging with nothingness. Psycho-Stretch-Ware. It’s so over but we will be SO BACK. And then we will realize we were never gone. The future is only bright because all of the screens are lit up. ———>

𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐧 𝐃𝐮𝐛𝐚𝐢⃝⃝ ⃝ ⃝ ⃝ ⃝ ⃝ ⃝ 𝐬 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐯𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐮𝐚𝐥 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐮𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐭⃝⃝ ⃝ 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐟 𝐓𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐒𝐪𝐮𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮⃝⃝ ⃝ 𝐬𝐚𝐲 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐨: A large coffee, please.

Consuming basicness is like, our generation’s olympics, fr. Under the fake sky, everything’s just iStock. Often things begin as a fake, inauthentic, artificial, but we get caught into our own game of appearances. That’s the BIGGEST 🄛. True tragedy. Creation is in the eye of the beholder, t=0. I feel like Schrödinger’s cat today. Neither dead or alive until you’ll see me so I post a story on ig, and ▄︻デᗷօօʍ══━一💥💥💥💥💥 🄡🄤🄜🄘🄝🄐🄣🄘🄞🄝 Am I gonna delete this or what? OMG, who SAW that? AAA, if my feed isn’t aesthetic? OMFG, whatever, IDGAF no one does. Try to see the 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐥™ thing. The actual 𝒜𝒸𝓉𝓊𝒶𝓁𝒾𝓉𝒾𝑒𝓈. I feel on my skin the exorcism of a real as an infant melody of virtuality. We’re all detaching in our caves of hyper individuality and decadence. 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲™ has the same structure as ficition. Y2K survivalism<3

Got a notification from Vinted: user00827469 has just uploaded new items: bellissima borsa guess vintage anni 2000 y2k 🎀, Jogger pant juicy couture y2k black velours jogging noir m and more. I’m wearing Jogger pant juicy couture y2k black velours jogging noir m RN, they’re my favorite. I love that they’re so real I can literally touch them, they’re so 𝓈𝑜𝒻𝓉. 𝒥𝓊𝓈𝓉 𝓁𝒾𝓀𝑒 𝓂𝑒. 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲™ exists in the POV; we all have our own truths. In the eyes of the pedolizards I’m just a commodity, in yours I might be a 🌸 𝓂𝒶𝓃𝒾𝒸 𝓅𝒾𝓍𝒾𝑒 𝒹𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓂 𝑔𝒾𝓇𝓁 🌸 —･ but I am a 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐥™ person. It’s not clocking to you that I am a 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐥™ girl does it? I AM. I swam through the hell of endless discovery and out of humanity’s renaissance of waste I arrived at my omnipresence. Matcha fueled neoliberals and performance and/or ownership based identities. Your identity shapes your 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲™, but it can also become a prison. Yass queen, welcome to your little “affordable” monarchy where everyone’s a queen and a king. We all get the queens and kings we deserve ᴠͥɪͣᴘͫ✮⃝ 🦋⃟ᴠͥɪͣᴘͫ𝐐𝐮𝐞𝐞𝐧♔

My anxiety is the last glimmer of 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲™ in a world devoted to hyper reality. I’m getting ☘ 𝒫𝒯𝒮𝒟 ☘ from my phone everyday and living in some Stockholm syndrome. I’m either gonna ditch the news or the pedolizards have to chill. They need my therapist; she could fix them, for real. Or IDK, that’s some engineered schizoanalysis type shit. Anyway… Don’t know what’s next. Peace or nuke? Ⓟⓛⓐⓨⓔⓡ Ⓞⓝⓔ ⓒⓗⓞⓢⓔ ⓥⓘⓞⓛⓔⓝⓒⓔ ⓣⓞⓓⓐⓨ⃝⃝ ⃝ ⓢⓞ ⓦⓔ ⓜⓤⓢⓣ ⓐⓛⓛ ⓢⓤⓕⓕⓔⓡ⃝ Depends how far you are, you may chose ignorance. But no matter what, the pain is always real. I’m sad, but at the same time I’m really happy that something could make me feel that sad. It’s like, it makes me feel alive, you know? It makes me feel human. And the only way I could feel this sad now is if I felt somethin’ really good before. I take the bad with the good, the good with the bad and I know for certain we live in a South Park episode. Long ass joke, long ass plot twist. Is woke dead? IDK anymore. Groypers out there – right-winged so hard they only date dudes and trans women. Built a whole ultra-fascist 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲™ online that doesn’t even read as fascism anymore. So satirical it’s all just memes. That’s a lot of lore but ykwim. Original symbol’s gone. ♥ Total chaos. Total madness. ♥ Reality becomes even harder to define in the realm of technology. The 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐥™ pops from the impossibilities in the Symbolic, and since the Symbolic’s so f’d already, maybe we’re approaching something New Fresh and 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐥™. The 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐥™ resist symbolization and happens in silence. Look into yourself and you may find peace. Beautiful minds. Everything’s connected. We might be cooked now but the 𝓉𝓇𝓊𝓉𝒽 is easier than we think. Trust me. Divine intuition. But for now… SCREW YOU GUYS, I’m going home. 𝐁ⓨ𝐄 ✌😂