WAAAAAH

I want to believe we will get there, one day. That we are just as capable of good, beauty, betterment as we are destruction, death, and evil...but it's hard, and it's getting harder.

I don't want to live in a walking snuff film anymore. I don't want to live in the world where rose gardens are filled in with cement and data centers that power psychosis-inducing and job-stealing algorithms.

I want to live in a world of fresh air. Of reverence for the beauty of life. Of peace.

I can't fathom that flags will go half mast today, when I have digitally witnessed countless unimaginable horrors being perpetrated on babies, children, families in Gaza. Things that should be unforgivable -- should irrevocably change us -- and instead, are ignored, silenced, or worse -- celebrated.

I have a heavy heart today. Not because I hold empathy for a man who would spit on my grave (and likely would have loved to be the man to have put me in it), but because I feel like our world is so inevitably soured and rotten -- and somehow, we have to keep existing and doing our best within it.

Instead, I live in a world where I never know when I'm going to witness the recording of an actual murder in 4k -- and not even have time to process that horror because I immediately have to begin fearing that my community is going to somehow be scapegoated for it, just because we dain to exist.

Seeing this makes me so nostalgic in the best way possible

It's exhausting.

There was also for the longest time (still is?) a framed photo of homestuck cosplayers in the Applebees of my childhood hometown.

I stopped reading it probably over a decade ago but my spouse recently reread the whole thing and tried to infodump at me and I had no clue half the stuff they were talking about, but seeing the animation made me feel some type of way (& seeing the internet in an uproar just felt like home lmao)

AH! YAY!!!!!