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Freedom trucker convoys are forming all over the world!
Another nightmare transhumanist fetish contraption.
If I see another one of these dead-eyed faces, I am going to scream. I guess this is what you look like when you sell your soul. Is this supposed to be enticing and sexy? Before an ad like this would have been a commercial for a horror/sci-fi film. Remember when the eyes were windows to the soul?
I miss real faces. I miss real beauty. I miss genuine human warmth. I miss the unforgettable. I've been thinking all day about how cold people have become. How callous and rude and fake. No one knows anyone, or wants to know anyone anymore, or knows how to know anyone anymore ("How the fuck did we invent a culture where anyone would want to be in the Metaverse?...We've created a culture where people don't want to be present."). I know I've been writing about this for years and years, but now it's official. Endemic. Maybe it's different outside of NYC. I don't know. But thank God for loved ones and a few real friends who still act like human beings. No one can even write a decent email anymore. Everyone seems to view connection as a burden instead of a relief or panacea, which is why it's so easy to tear and divide people. I see it all the time in the people I meet these days, especially people in their 20s. They're put upon by basic conversation. They have no social skills, no curiosity. They don't ask questions. They don't listen and they're not interested in other people--only themselves. Add to that a real entitlement and arrogance I wouldn't have dreamed of expressing to someone older than me when I was that age. It's scary, not to mention sad and depressing. I've always had a gift for connecting (it's thing I am best at and it comes at a price, so I don't say this lightly), so it's not for lack of trying. I can talk to anyone about anything. I used to talk to people for hours and hours. I had epic conversations all the time. All my life. It's what I lived for. Friends and lovers always joked that that they lost track of time with me. That they could talk to me forever.
Today's beautiful song captures this dark morass. A great song is a time machine that speaks for the present. Always.
