thurston In a true communist state, I would imagine, there would be great little state run cafeteria’s in every city and town. Modestly delicious nourishments served up cafeteria style for the masses at low to no cost, with the efficiency that only centralized planning could deliver. Owned and run by the community and workers, these hubs … Read more
I wonder if google is purposely re-engineering their search results to be shittier (ie making top results less relevant) in an effort to push people to favour their AI search instead? Or is AI SEO-ing their way into the top results, filling it up with irrelevant slop? It’s seeming harder for me to get past … Read more
From the editor: It really says a lot (all you need to know, really) that billionaires are always diabolically shitty fathers. I would hypothesize there is a statistically strong and meaningful correlation between wealth and being a shitty person.
Be me, your friendly dipteran reporter, awakened within a peculiar sanctum after a violent and relentless dogfight through some gnarly Manitoban wildfires. Last I recall, I was spiralling through a liminal state between death and fevered consciousness. Therefore, I cannot be certain which realm I presently find myself. Bright beams of sunlight crash through a … Read more
Here you go, given to you without warranty, sustained by the will to share: Do not be afraid to enjoy things fully and be vulnerable. Now, there are no requirements, simply listen, reflect and let go… practising acceptance, without license.
daydreaming in the shower, writing a reddit thread in my head, imagining what everyone will say… ruminating on the approval I seek.
In a late-stage-capitalist dystopia, is nature overrated? I am surrounded by nature, but have to drive a car for about ten minutes in order to actually experience any real semblance of nature (in which I can exist completely unimpeded by cars and technology). Even then, my favourite nature spots are becoming busier, as urban sprawl … Read more
Be me, a fly on the wall in this muggy apartment bathroom, seeking sanctuary from the relenting pop beats and strobing lights. I flew in on the trail of what I thought was some real good shit, but all I’m smelling is lavender and mildew. An oaf of a man walks through the door: a … Read more
“At first I was just trying to find efficiencies in my morning routine,” Marty tells me as he pauses to take a long, quenching sip from his coffee. Finishing, he folds his bottom lip over the top to form a vacuum, sucking the coffee from his moustache with a swift, punctuating slurp, “it just sort … Read more
