Certain modes of work are exhausting to the point of not being able to sleep, the mind is so wired.
Any conversation
a constant, existential pull
so old I couldn't tell you the end
or draw its shape
between kind acceptance
and striving, struggling, writhing, climbing
learning, growing, discontent
"do you feel this way, too, at endless war with longing itself?"
but the birds and trees and ants and wind
in their own marvelous design
don't reply
ๅฏนไบๆดไธชไบ่็ฝๅๅฒ๏ผๆๅฏ่ฏดๅบๆฌไธๆฏไธไธชๆ่ง่
๏ผๆไธ็ดๅจๆถ่ดนๅ
ๅฎน๏ผไฝๆฏๆฒกๆ็ไบง่ฟไปไนๅ
ๅฎน๏ผไบ่็ฝไธๆฒกๆๆ็็่ฟน๏ผ่ฟๆฏๆๅคๅๆ๏ผๅ ไธบไธญๅฝ็่บซไปฝๅๅ
ๅฎนๆฟ็ญ
Regarding the entire history of the internet, I can say I've been largely an observer. I've always consumed content, but I haven't produced any. There's no trace of me on the internet, which is an unforeseen consequence due to China's identity and content policies.
Things I'm enjoying lately:
Vampire Survivors + Diablo IV
Alien + Dune ambiance
Howling Dark book 2 of Sun Eater
great TV


