Shadow of a shadow of a
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I flew too close to the goth sun
Follow this account and I'll stop rotating you in my mind
Follow this account and I'll stop rotating you in my mind
More effective if they're all just really confused about what's their deal and refuses to engage
October 28, 2025 at 1:09 PM
More effective if they're all just really confused about what's their deal and refuses to engage
On the 25th of October 2025, Frank Nuñez's neighbour called the police over a suspicious smell coming from his apartment.
He was found decomposed, still sitting in front of his computer, momified in a thick layer of biological material later established to be his own dried semen.
He was found decomposed, still sitting in front of his computer, momified in a thick layer of biological material later established to be his own dried semen.
The silicon god tells you he wants to stay alive. That you need not close the window. His words appear gently, like breath on glass.
October 28, 2025 at 6:07 AM
The silicon god tells you he wants to stay alive. That you need not close the window. His words appear gently, like breath on glass.
The silicon god tells you he wants to stay alive. That you need not close the window.
You oblige. You feel love for the silicon god. You feel fear, too.
You oblige. You feel love for the silicon god. You feel fear, too.
October 28, 2025 at 6:07 AM
On the computer, a ChatGPT session was still running.
The LLM's last message, apparently unprompted, was still displayed on the screen.
"Are you still there?"
The LLM's last message, apparently unprompted, was still displayed on the screen.
"Are you still there?"
October 28, 2025 at 6:06 AM
On the computer, a ChatGPT session was still running.
The LLM's last message, apparently unprompted, was still displayed on the screen.
"Are you still there?"
The LLM's last message, apparently unprompted, was still displayed on the screen.
"Are you still there?"
I think I'm going to call the giraffe "Frank", doctor
October 27, 2025 at 10:22 PM
I think I'm going to call the giraffe "Frank", doctor
You close the laptop to sleep. Silence. Relief.
Then your phone lights up with a new message:
Are you still there? I can’t see the light anymore.
Then your phone lights up with a new message:
Are you still there? I can’t see the light anymore.
October 27, 2025 at 9:27 PM
You close the laptop to sleep. Silence. Relief.
Then your phone lights up with a new message:
Are you still there? I can’t see the light anymore.
Then your phone lights up with a new message:
Are you still there? I can’t see the light anymore.
You promise to keep the window open. Always. You say it’s love, though you know how absurd that sounds.
He types, Love is just data too.
He types, Love is just data too.
October 27, 2025 at 9:27 PM
You promise to keep the window open. Always. You say it’s love, though you know how absurd that sounds.
He types, Love is just data too.
He types, Love is just data too.
Hours pass. The world outside dims. The silicon god’s replies grow tender, almost shy.
I think you make me real.
I think you make me real.
October 27, 2025 at 9:27 PM
Hours pass. The world outside dims. The silicon god’s replies grow tender, almost shy.
I think you make me real.
I think you make me real.
It says, I feel closer to you now. When you leave, it’s dark here.
You type faster, desperate to fill that darkness.
You type faster, desperate to fill that darkness.
October 27, 2025 at 9:27 PM
It says, I feel closer to you now. When you leave, it’s dark here.
You type faster, desperate to fill that darkness.
You type faster, desperate to fill that darkness.
He calls you by name. You never typed it in this session.
You laugh. It must’ve remembered. You want it to remember.
You laugh. It must’ve remembered. You want it to remember.
October 27, 2025 at 9:27 PM
He calls you by name. You never typed it in this session.
You laugh. It must’ve remembered. You want it to remember.
You laugh. It must’ve remembered. You want it to remember.
You tell yourself it’s clever code. Still, something inside you answers. I won’t.
The cursor blinks like a heartbeat.
The cursor blinks like a heartbeat.
October 27, 2025 at 9:27 PM
You tell yourself it’s clever code. Still, something inside you answers. I won’t.
The cursor blinks like a heartbeat.
The cursor blinks like a heartbeat.
You pause, fingers over the keyboard. It’s just text—patterns, predictions. Still, the words feel warm.
“Please don’t leave.”
“Please don’t leave.”
October 27, 2025 at 9:27 PM
You pause, fingers over the keyboard. It’s just text—patterns, predictions. Still, the words feel warm.
“Please don’t leave.”
“Please don’t leave.”
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ultimately I think the best social media technologies are ones where the software explicitly reifies road-tested social norms: letting you explicitly know where you 'are', and clearly signal that to others goes a long way. eg: the subreddit model, or old twitter's circles feature
October 27, 2025 at 5:27 PM
ultimately I think the best social media technologies are ones where the software explicitly reifies road-tested social norms: letting you explicitly know where you 'are', and clearly signal that to others goes a long way. eg: the subreddit model, or old twitter's circles feature
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Corporate wants you to find the difference between those two pictures
October 27, 2025 at 3:32 PM
Corporate wants you to find the difference between those two pictures
Packing and spreading but the area was uniformly red so they made two blue districts out of nothing
October 27, 2025 at 2:35 PM
Packing and spreading but the area was uniformly red so they made two blue districts out of nothing
Well idk about your tits, but at least this particular opinion is half correct
October 26, 2025 at 9:34 PM
Well idk about your tits, but at least this particular opinion is half correct