Pouring bleach down a toilet, to get rid of all the undesirables. This is the practice of doing editorials.
Aaah, punditry, the path of commitment, or of clownish pretentiousness. Gaming the attention economy, along with its feedback loops of freelance contract workers.
Such is the void/abyss, to divine in it.
So that follower list, that thing, undiscovered pouring and spring cleanings happen, unbeknowst of tiny unmeasured judgements, stuff beyond my purview right out of the grasp.
So that follower list, that thing, undiscovered pouring and spring cleanings happen, unbeknowst of tiny unmeasured judgements, stuff beyond my purview right out of the grasp.
So time to be ameliorative! Time to consider both good and bad, then carry on.
Escaping the bleach titanic, cleaning everything. All this confusion, Epistemic crisis and hyperreality and all the mushy talking points, no leaders, all the silly talk, I'd have to trust a self or anatta, non-self to be proud off. All this financial computationalism in the air, it's all a malaise.