Up earlier than I should be today. The witching hour got me. I started thinking about how many in society have decided they prefer screens and artificial words over real words and real connection.
Have we collectively decided itโs easier to just not be vulnerable?
I should go back to bedโฆ
Any conversation
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So technically I wouldn't call the main terminal a data center, but more of an interrogation room for MI agents. I'm currently stuck installing Windows 11, and I'd like to download some books and scripts just to be safe before I start building the interrogation room. It's really a sandbox here, with nowhere to go except if I send it directly to a web application.
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.


