MtheEgg

what is art

[endora bullshit @collectdust]

you know how i make sure ai isn't affecting my thinking or speech? i don't fucking use it

[Rob Milton @therobmilton]

- SAY IT AGAIN.

[John Squires 🎃 @FreddyInSpace]

I don't know. I think life is just sad now.

[Briana Mills, LMFT ♿️🏳️‍🌈🍉 @theBrianaMills]

It pains me to watch society get less and less empathetic towards each other. This toxic hyper individualism is threatening our survival. "I don't need to worry about anyone." Actually, living in a society means your actions affect those around you. We all need to care.

[yana @Madame_Ennui]

People just wanna cheat a process that takes decades to develop. The difficulty of getting words out of the brain and into the page is the most fundamental struggle of writing. Developing that skill is what MAKES you a writer. If you circumvent that, you’re not a writer.

[avieee @cuntadelic]

every morning i wake up and make the worst possible time management decisions anyone has ever made

[⛓️Little Miss Big Butt⛓️ @GothTransFem]

love this episode as a criticism of ai because it outwardly rejects the common “it looks bad” critique and shows how that isnt the point because ai is constantly getting better, the issue as the show correctly highlights is devaluing and discouraging human creativity

[Scoutfreak 🔜 Mixfest 2026 @scoutfreak]

Co-worker handed me this amazing sticker

[bri 🪔 @travelinwilbri]

man I wonder which one is judas

[🏹 @missmewhenyougo]

I hate you blue light I hate you infinite scroll I hate you ai customer support I hate you onedrive I hate you no usb port I hate you two factor authentication I hate you accept all cookies I hate you autoplay I hate you subscription I hate you buy more storage I hate you

[Natural Philosophy @Naturalphilosy]

“Practice any art… no matter how well or badly, not to get money and fame, but to experience becoming, to find out what's inside you, to make your soul grow.”

- McKellen reciting Vonnegut

[Sony Thăng @nxt888]

I don't have "deep insights" about Americans as a species.

I have memory.

And I have pattern recognition sharpened by what it means to live under the consequences of decisions Americans call "foreign policy."

You grow up Vietnamese, you learn early that there are two parallel realities:

The one you live through.

And the one narrated about you on American television, in speeches, in films, in history books.

My family lived through the moment when American abstractions like "credibility" and "containing communism" stopped sounding strategic and became physical:

Bomb craters. Refugee boats. Bodies.

You watch villages renamed "collateral."

You watch coups renamed "restoring democracy."

You watch blockades renamed "pressure for reform."

You watch your dead filed away as "tragedy" so that no one has to call them what they were: crimes.

After a while, you stop getting angry at every sentence.

You start studying the grammar.

Who gets to remain human in the story.

Who gets turned into an adjective.

Whose violence is "regrettable," and whose resistance is "terrorism."

Which lives are allowed complexity, and which lives are flattened into body counts, talking points, and background noise.

Then you hear Americans speak about entirely different places, entirely different wars, entirely different enemies, and the same grammar is still there:

"Intervention" instead of invasion.

"Stability" instead of control.

"Responsibility" instead of domination.

"Sanctions" instead of siege.

If you grow up with that long enough, you learn that what empire calls "responsibility" usually means someone far away is about to bleed.

That's where my "insight" comes from.

From watching the same software run on different hardware.

From listening closely to the metaphors they don't even notice they're using anymore.

From realizing that, for a lot of good, ordinary people, this isn't malice. It's the water they were raised in.

The story is always written from the cockpit, never from the crater.

So when I write about American exceptionalism, I'm not claiming mystical access to "your people."

I am describing the hallucination I've been forced to survive under since I was born.

And once you see the pattern from outside the blast radius, it becomes almost impossible not to see it everywhere.