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Palming my heart’s weariness like a pebble in my pocket

I know things used to be better in this country because I’ve toured homes built in the 60s/ 70s. Stand up bars in dining rooms and basements. Conversation pits by the fire. Lounge rooms with indoor grills. Remenants of a more social and relaxed time that is fading from memory.

Removing friction also removes the thing that friction was secretly building. Convenience and enshittification are deeply entertwined.

In highschool I was forced to write multiple papers on The Teapot Dome Scandal but never had a single lesson on a woman’s fertility window. It’s genuinely psychotic in retrospect.

Imagine freshly painted frescos everywhere you go. We already have the technology to put roman marbled statues in every park or garden. In a wiser, more even-tempered society AI would spark a revolution in the aesthetic of public spaces.

In Ancient Greece the concept of “plague” was not limited to disease but also included social crisis and disorder.

Each year my father would sit and watch the summer thunderstorms roll through from his front porch. Now that I am his age I find myself doing the same thing.

People who think AI is going to be used for greater efficinecy are in for a world of disappointment when you must pass through 20 AI assistants to reach a human being like gated bosses in a video game.

Is there a word for the opposite of a “honeymoon phase” when moving to a new place? Like an everything-about-your-new-city-irritates-you phase? And like a nightmare date you just pick at the place constantly and fixate on its flaws. When I’m just passing through a place even

House hunting and constantly seeing beautiful homes that would have been easily available to you 6 years ago that are now completely out of reach feels akin to stabbing yourself with a hot fork over and over

When you move from a small historical city to a sprawling modern one and someone says a neighborhood “has things”, you are thinking a nice Main Street or a cute cafe but what they mean is there is a Lowes or Costco nearby

We’re like medieval peasants watching the first dragon slowly hatch from an egg.

Buc-ee’s is a literal tsunami of 300lb tourists funneling themselves into a gas station fused with a mini Walmart. I’ve fought through smaller crowds at Penn Station during rush hour. Sorry I do not get the appeal at all.

Despite what they tell you goodbyes never get any easier

who says heavy industrial machinery can't be sexy

The funny thing about the “1000 words” gift is that if you gave the average man feeling down-on-his-luck a personalized poem and a basket of his favorite baked goods he would remember you fondly for the rest of his life.