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When I got home from night shifts at 6 or 7 where in winter it's still completely dark in Denmark, I'd smoke a cig out the window looking at the building across from me and see the lights beginning to turn on in the different apartments, people getting up, the yawns, the catatonic stillness...

tried it once, spent a few days doing nothing but playing online and watching youtube videos on openings, but had to put an end to it because it invaded my brain to a degree where my dreams became these abstract inescapable feedback loops of distress

I worked a night shift for a few years at this hotel apartment complex. Those hours from 2 to 6 were something special, just doing nothing while the world slept. Would walk through these large empty conference halls laid dark but the faint glow of moonlight spreading across these marbled tiles...

Don't think I'll do it but I like to fantasize. Options I've considered include: Algiers, Lisbon, Kathmandu, one of those places in Italy that pays you to move there.

I have a thought you might think is interesting that we could work at. Will see if I can put it into words soon. It might spell the rise of a new dissensus golden age.

can you give me a link to that mate?

I like it because it's ambitious, a naive sort of stoner quality to the project but with a much higher resolution. Something you would never see in regular academia

it's pretty interesting but I do think there's an annoying idiom of elegance in the way he writes

this is not a footballer, this is an e-sports gamer

I really hate the German team. Everything about them bothers me. Sane's beard. That guy Fullkrug's face. Goretzka's face as well. Rudiger's personality. Always hated Muller too. Annoying that they'll go through now, really had my hopes up.

georgism feels like cop out

well that's a lie but alot of people are like that tho

iøve never met a person irl who earnestly believed in socialism. whenever you ask them they're always like, well i'm not actually a communist

new yorkers do you ever listen to this song with a spring in your step

just kidding

thought it was italian american like "clean-a my neck"

Yes I know what you mean. Portishead Third is one. Remember really liking it but just haven't gone back really. Only for snippets to get recall the taste. Then there is another case, one where the music itself seems sort of exhausted by first listen. Not really that once is enough but that more...

it's a blues record, but then what is the point of the experimentation? what does it communicate to you? it just doesn't register as anything interesting in my ears. there is nothing there but quirkiness, jack the dullard music, an old drunk smelling his farts. it's a new synthesis, sure, it...