We’ve lost texts that the ancients considered to be absolutely essential, while utterly trivial – even plagiarised – work has survived unharmed – paraphrased from The Talos Principle

History repeats and what survives of the internet will doubtless be our own Oxyrhynchus papyri.

In a shiny sunny winter, I want to wake up and explore. I want to have fun with friends.

And I don’t want the discussion to be money wealth, politics or other things.

I want simple things. Talking trash about a movie. Talking about a video game, Talking about going somewhere, funny things. Simple things. Adults have made things difficult. I don’t want that.

Life is not worth the job, but I need money to pay bills. I hope soon I break out of this.

My young days are getting over. Before it it too late, I hope I get my freedom to travel, do some good thing, some fun, some serene.

I don’t know. I miss old good movies. Childhood, teenage.

I don’t know.

Ego ergo sum should be its motto.

I am feeling good; my weight hasn’t changed yet, and I am hopeful for the future. The weather is excellent. No money at all.

This post makes no sense on other platforms; there is no achievement, no lesson. It
cannot be optimized.

Here it costs one of my hundred. That is the only metric it needs.

Social media only shows outcomes.

I am trying to remind myself that the things I don’t post are some of the best things that have happened to me.

I have piercings for the same reason I train.

There are too many things in my life that are not mine to decide. I picked the position, the style, and the time.

It’s a real pain; I can choose and predict it.

Anxiety is a burden and invisible.

Sometimes, I wonder where I should put the anxiety if I did not have a body to mold it to and a feed to bury it.

When I feel suffering, I go to the gym.

Over there, I can decide the training frequency and set up squats, deadlifts, and shoulder and back training.

Weight listens to me; unlike everything else.

Surfing online is the same, a small and controllable behaviour for me.

I have no idea what I want; the algorithm doesn’t ask. It tells.

Why do friends go missing when they fall in love?

I don’t seem to have been blessed with the right person in my life, they say. I say I have gotten myself into the company of good friends

Kids make friends by asking one question: can this person hang out with me?

Somewhere along the way, adults were taught to ask a different question.

The feed only knows how to show romantic relationships, and friendships have no format.

I don’t agree with the change.

I have to play on my phone intensely every day; otherwise, I start overthinking.

It seems that when I spend all my time on my phone, my brain fills up with short videos and messages.

I don’t have time to review my messy life.

Once I turn off my phone, all kinds of grievances, regrets, and feelings of helplessness overwhelm me.

Those moments I don’t get past drill into my mind and replay them over and over again.

I know it is wrong, but the emptiness and internal strife are even harder to endure.

This post is me, sitting with it. For one post.

Every flower has its own springtime. There is no race; Everyone is ahead.

I know both of these things. I believe one of them on this app and the other one nowhere.

“Beautiful things don’t ask for attention.”

—The Secret Life of Walter Mitty.

The film already said it better than my post could. That’s fine. This is one of my hundred.

I just want to stay in it; I posted instead.

100 posts for life; the rest is silence.

Enjoy life, if you think about it we are living on a tiny rock in the middle of nothing, who cares what you do. you aren’t bound by jack shit, this is your life. Carpe Diem.

Why do girls dress up? They just dress for men to see

Women have no body shape, so they have to rely on themselves to earn a living