

Wow. Who knew he was an aspiring dictator.


Wow. Who knew he was an aspiring dictator.
Everybody likes the guy who offers them a stick of gum.
I am an “immigrant”. The kind that you know by looking at. I haven’t been stopped by the police in years, but I’d hate to not have ID on me in case somebody decides they wanna have a power trip or be a man of duty.
By the way, I’m not in the US.
I second that, but one of my wishes is to be able to go out without any bag and with nothing in my pockets. Especially with no ID.
Sometimes I say things that people misinterpret as me knowing very much. It’s always so damn frustrating.


The media is paid to ignore it. And people are too numb to react. Everyone is desensitized to everything that would have enraged them had it been announced all of a sudden. It’s like that poison conditioning. Taking little amounts of poison each time, with apparently no effect. But it’s destroying us on the inside.

I get both disappointment and relief. Also anxiety.


I swear, the drama with these two!
Biological warfare
I hopped mainly among a few. Then it was Debian for a long time. Then hopped again for no particular reason. My Mint kernel panicked once a few weeks ago, so I might hop again.

Know any good restaurants?

The Good Place
Lately I’ve been getting marketing calls with recorded messages.
And it’s absurd to even wish I didn’t need to have a phone.
“Ironically,” it’s a picture I used as a profile pic on my real life accounts.
I shouldn’t even be around.
I don’t know which is worse: that there is no sense of self anymore, or that I have to put on masks to pretend there is.
It is, but still.
Hang in there. Takes time.
And take care.
Hope you’ll feel better
I’m not. And I’m not sure if I should be. And I can’t go there anyway. I sometimes wish I could though.
I hate that more people and governments don’t use it.