A way to gather all stray thoughts which I do not want to expand upon.
I think the real arrow of Love is realizing just how loveless your life has been so far, usually after a break up or after reflecting on how all your relationships have panned out, and feeling deep in your bones that it is your life's duty to fix this outrageous situation you find yourself in, a searing pain to change your way and attitude, perhaps that is the realistic version of the arrow of Love.
The Ramford SuburbaNista is the size of a damn bus, but unlike buses, it never has any passengers. When you drive past a bus stop, the folks standing there look confused, angry, and disappointed that you didn’t stop to pick them up.
Its supply chain is so hopelessly long and complex that even the email you just sent about the office pizza party has something to do with sourcing the parts, energy, materials, labor, land, and water to build it.
I've never been to America and I don't really know Americans. I wonder if the cliche that they own and are obsessed with big cars is really true.
A situation that arises from asymmetric information. The common example is with used cars: a good seller knows roughly how much their car is worth, but it's practically impossible to know as a buyer, even if you have good knowledge of cars, because of the subtlety of small parts, and because there are things you can only know through driving the car for a long period of time.
This means that buyers have to give an estimate of the quality of the car, which tends to be average between lemons (bad used cars) and peaches (good used cars), but which is inevitably inaccurate.
The consequence of that is that buyers will not believe in any car being truly good, since they have no way to check, and on the other hand, sellers of peaches do not want to sell their car for cheaper than it is worth, meaning that peaches do not get sold as much as lemons, meaning that overtime, the market for used cars becomes a market for lemons.
It's funny that the point of the internet is to allow you to have access to lots of data without having to download them on your own computer, but because sites are so likely to go down, and because storage has become much cheaper over the years, it's actually quite a decent idea to download things for yourself anyway. (This also makes your activity less prone to being surveilled, which might become important)
Interesting to think about how Baudelaire's albatross doesn't belong on the land nor on the sea, yet frequently spends time around them, but always ends up flying away, much like Junger's figure of the Anarch who does not belong to the world but ultimately needs it to survive.
Even the most romantic artists needs the world to survive ultimately. One foot planted on the world, out of necessity, and another facing what is more eternal than the transient world, beautiful and true.
A palimpsest is a "manuscript or piece of writing material on which later writing has been superimposed on effaced earlier writing."
Maybe this is a good analogy for how the modern world tries to erase the old, but can't do so successfully?
During my analysis of Scorn the video I watched mentioned that the pinecone is a frequent symbol of rebirth in major cultures, and that it could be a metaphor for the pineal gland, which is linked with higher states of consciousness. I don't know how true it is, but I am glad to find out that many people in the past have been fascinated by them, because they look incredibly beautiful and intriguing.
It is sad how transient anything which is built online is. I have spent time with a decent amount of people, and it would have been nice to give one another a proper farewell. This is why I try to give my time more solid demarkations, such as group chats which last a given amount of time, usually a two months, and having periods for my projects with clear starts and ends.
Badge holders have a mechanism which I have just understood, which allows the tension of the string/rope to distributed to the middle, as opposed to being concentrated on the ends of the string. This prevents the situation where constantly pulling on a string ends up breaking the (plastic) part of the badge which accomodates the string.
It's quite ingenious, lots of small details are like that and that I never noticed.
I listen quite a lot to Touhou soundtracks, though I don't play the games, and one of them (17) has a track called "Unlocated Hell" which just sounds incredibly dope. Another good one from 18 is "Lunar Rainbow", which is a beautiful imagery. The name of the 7th game, Perfect Cherry Blossom, is gorgeous too, and incidentally it has my favorite soundtrack.
A literal scapegoat is too crude for our disenchanted and biophobic times. Now we need a scapevirus to blame our problems onto. It's not us locking you down, it's the virus honey.
Here is an interesting site, from "thejang, which provides you with some textures, given a certain color. I have no idea who maintains this, I might download the ones I like in case it goes out.
It's something which is a cliché and yet it is totally true: screens make you addicted to them, which robs you of your joy for life, creativity and mental focus. I need to remind myself of that to be more proactive with my time and energy, because I can go through periods of time where my screen usage is very toxic.
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2025-10-30