Dicen que la persona más difícil de superar es aquella que te dio justo lo suficiente para imaginarlo todo, pero nunca lo suficiente para hacerlo realidad.
I saw a post on Reddit today about AI that said, “AI is data, and data can only look backwards. Creativity looks forwards.” And I genuinely need to sit with the weight of that for a while.
The older I get, the more I understand why people disappear into gardening, baking, reading, and long walks. Not because life got boring. Because peace became valuable.
I read that ants have no real concept of us because of their limited eyesight and how huge we are to them. They see us as moving shadows, wind, or obstacles, and I can’t stop thinking about what’s in front of all of us that’s too large for us to comprehend.
We live in very strange times.
The oldest president in the US history is sleeping, while his Secretary of Health is shaking uncontrollably, all while pushing their conspiracies about vaccines.
Actually, no, we’re not “dating.” We’re cosmically tethered to each other for eternity, spiritually attached like two stars that somehow found their way into the same galaxy. So respectfully, fuck your technicalities. 😭✨