I saw a post on Reddit that said that “The underlying purpose of AI is to allow wealth to access skill while removing from the skilled the ability to access wealth.” And I don’t think I’ve ever seen AI described so incisively.
I don't have time to unpack that after all this though and you probably get the jest if you read this.
Basically... as a caretaker of the dead, my love could take a strange shape, and that would be okay. Every moment precious, even if fleeting. The path certain. (10)
I can tell now that when I was younger I didn't process affection right. I stopped getting hugs until my mid teens about, because I felt embarrassed to be physically affectionate- like it'd be childish to want that as you got older. But I also thought I didn't want hugs. (01)
There is also probably something to be said that I needed something I could take care of, something to give me responsibility and maybe a bit of pride. Along with said care shown through morbid and methodical work... all while not being judged by someone alive. (09)
Anyone notice that the passage of time stretches on and leaves one with adhd or other slowing neurodivergencies to feel like you don't have as much time as everyone else. By the time I gain a common young adult's life experience I'll probably be in my 40s.
Might make a death account to relay my passions of life and death. I am also trying not to worry about sounding cheesy or overly poetic... like I'm being egotistically dramatic and not genuine. But it's gonna sound like that regardless.