Mastodawn

情報の河。　Інформаційний потік
情報は海で有り、海は情報で有る。
Інформація – це море, а море – це інформація.

https://www.pixiv.net/novel/show.php?id=26208854

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#ＡＩ生成 #some #fancy #answer #yourself #get #second #friend #school #report #daily #news #other #explain #word #possibility #malice #information #flow #rapid #pace #ourselve #crossroad #think #type #keyword #accept #optimal

#AI生成 #fancy 　情報の河。　Інформаційний потік - ポイズン雷花の小説 - pixiv

何処かの誰かさんが用意した格好良い答えに依存するな。己の頭で考えて答えを導き出せ。スマートフォンをタップすれば、数秒で「答え」が手に入る。友人との会話、学校のレポート、日々のニュース。我々の周りには、誰かが用意した格好良い答えが溢れている。だが、その答えを、君は自分の言葉で説

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ポイズン雷花 10h ago

情報の河。　Інформаційний потік
情報は海で有り、海は情報で有る。
Інформація – це море, а море – це інформація.

https://www.pixiv.net/novel/show.php?id=26208854

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#ＡＩ生成 #some #fancy #answer #yourself #get #second #friend #school #report #daily #news #other #explain #word #possibility #malice #information #flow #rapid #pace #ourselve #crossroad #think #type #keyword #accept #optimal

#AI生成 #fancy 　情報の河。　Інформаційний потік - ポイズン雷花の小説 - pixiv

何処かの誰かさんが用意した格好良い答えに依存するな。己の頭で考えて答えを導き出せ。スマートフォンをタップすれば、数秒で「答え」が手に入る。友人との会話、学校のレポート、日々のニュース。我々の周りには、誰かが用意した格好良い答えが溢れている。だが、その答えを、君は自分の言葉で説

pixiv

サファイア・ネオ 1d ago

情報の河。　Інформаційний потік
情報は海で有り、海は情報で有る。
Інформація – це море, а море – це інформація.

https://note.com/poison_raika/n/n43b0587fef5a

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#ＡＩ生成 #some #fancy #answer #yourself #get #second #friend #school #report #daily #news #other #explain #word #possibility #malice #information #flow #rapid #pace #ourselve #crossroad #think #type #keyword #accept #optimal

　情報の河。　Інформаційний потік｜ポイズン雷花

　何処かの誰かさんが用意した格好良い答えに依存するな。　己の頭で考えて答えを導き出せ。　スマートフォンをタップすれば、数秒で「答え」が手に入る。友人との会話、学校のレポート、日々のニュース。我々の周りには、誰かが用意した格好良い答えが溢れている。だが、その答えを、君は自分の言葉で説明できるか。その情報の裏に、悪意が潜んでいる可能性を考えたことはあるだろうか。　情報が奔流と化す現代、我々は思考の岐路に立たされている。検索窓にキーワードを打ち込み、アルゴリズムが提示した最適解を、疑いもせず受け入れる。SNSで「いいね」が多い意見を、世論そのものだと錯覚する。この行為は、楽ではあるが、

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ポイズン雷花 1d ago

情報の河。　Інформаційний потік
情報は海で有り、海は情報で有る。
Інформація – це море, а море – це інформація.

https://note.com/poison_raika/n/n43b0587fef5a

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#ＡＩ生成 #some #fancy #answer #yourself #get #second #friend #school #report #daily #news #other #explain #word #possibility #malice #information #flow #rapid #pace #ourselve #crossroad #think #type #keyword #accept #optimal

　情報の河。　Інформаційний потік｜ポイズン雷花

　何処かの誰かさんが用意した格好良い答えに依存するな。　己の頭で考えて答えを導き出せ。　スマートフォンをタップすれば、数秒で「答え」が手に入る。友人との会話、学校のレポート、日々のニュース。我々の周りには、誰かが用意した格好良い答えが溢れている。だが、その答えを、君は自分の言葉で説明できるか。その情報の裏に、悪意が潜んでいる可能性を考えたことはあるだろうか。　情報が奔流と化す現代、我々は思考の岐路に立たされている。検索窓にキーワードを打ち込み、アルゴリズムが提示した最適解を、疑いもせず受け入れる。SNSで「いいね」が多い意見を、世論そのものだと錯覚する。この行為は、楽ではあるが、

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Kristen Simonds 6d ago

A Haunt of Nostalgia

Before I begin, I need to give my thanks to Stephen King for the train of thought that arose while reading It recently for the second time. He describes the town of Derry as a haunt, listing the different definitions of the word haunt, one of which is a place where animals feed.

The past haunts.

Memories ache. Simple ones like thinking of a Currier and Ives print being reminiscent of childhood, where you could open the door in your imagination and step through into the delight of the winterscape print with scenes of snow, dogs, kids, magic, and wonder. Most of all, the feeling that this could last forever—this delightful joy of living in the moment, no worries about tomorrow, only unending wonder at what magic would happen next, that feeling of lightness in the chest, a sense of freedom, oneness with the world. Oh, how memories ache; how memories haunt.

They are the places I go to feed.

I think it’s just something that naturally happens in middle age – certain locked-away memories of childhood begin to resurface, murky at first in the turbid waters of my mind. As I go about my daily routine, whether reading, working, shopping, or engaging in whatever random activity that occupies my time, a little ripple begins to stir within me, driven by the plop of some stone that has come loose from the bank of the river of memory. It’s as if fragments of my past, long buried beneath the sediment of routine life, are calling out for recognition. I make a brief note of the sensation, the subtle tug at my consciousness, but it’s not until it gathers momentum that it transforms into a veritable landslide of recollection. Suddenly, I find myself fully immersed in the clearwaters of my youth, where vivid images and sounds from the past wash over me. I can hear the laughter of friends, the sweetness of sun-drenched afternoons, and the innocence of my younger self.

But we all forget, don’t we? How many adults fully remember their childhood—the freedom, the awareness, the wonder? Maybe we’re supposed to forget, tucked away in the folds of time. How could we possibly attend to the responsibilities of adulthood if we still behave like kids, losing ourselves in daydreams and fantastical play? Ha! Perhaps it would be easier if we had a better sense of wonder, of magic, of imagination—more in touch with the possibility that surrounds us every day.

That’s really it, isn’t it?

Possibility.

As children, possibilities are all around us; we’re open to them regardless of fear, eagerly chasing after shadows and constructing worlds of our own design. We believe everything and anything is possible, from flying to far-off lands to befriending talking animals. But adulthood—what is possible then? Magic? Miracles? Absolutely not, that’s fiction, relegated to storybooks and childhood fantasies. Or is it? It seems in childhood, magic is a fact, a palpable force that colors our experiences with vibrancy. Maybe the magic is real, and the adults who have forgotten (the faces of their fathers. Thankee sai, Stephen King) can still touch that magic; all it takes is perhaps a fleeting moment of nostalgia or a familiar scent wafting through the air.

Because I remember the smells, the air, the texture, the freshness of spring in the Adirondacks, where every breeze carries whispers of possibility. It isn’t just a memory but a place I can still step into, still walk about, touching 1987 like it was yesterday. These are the places I haunt, where echoes of laughter linger and where my imagination took flight. These are the places I go to feed, rejuvenating my spirit and reminding me that though the years may stack upon me like leaves in autumn, the essence of childhood and its endless possibilities are always within reach.

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Create the Ripple Jan 17

“What if I fall? Oh, but my darling, what if you fly?” Erin Hanson It’s easy to imagine what might go wrong. We don’t always leave space for what could go right. Hope and pragmatism can sit side by side. What’s the best case scenario? 🧡 #possibility #optimism Art by Joyfulsmolthings

jaimedavid327 Jan 16

The Impossible Is Impossible Until You Make It Possible

There is a strange comfort in the word impossible. It carries finality. It feels authoritative, almost scientific, as if reality itself has spoken and rendered a verdict. When something is declared impossible, the mind is invited to rest, to stop pushing, to stop imagining alternatives. Impossible becomes a boundary marker, a line drawn around what we are allowed to want, try, or believe in. Yet history, personal experience, and even quiet inner growth repeatedly expose the lie hidden inside […]

https://jaimedavid.blog/2026/01/16/23/08/21/analysis/jaimedavid327/8990/the-impossible-is-impossible-until-you-make-it-possible/

Futurist Jim Carroll Jan 13

"Refuse to participate in the fear... choose to participate in the future." - Futurist Jim Carroll

I don't know about you, but if you are like me, you probably have a disquieting sense of unease about 2026.

Things aren't so great out there, are they?

It would seem that as insanity settles in, the quiet tragedy that is dementia is screaming out its impact at full throttle. Anyone who has seen a senior in this situation recognizes the signs of decline and knows how it goes. Not well.

The result is that all over the world, people are anxious, disturbed, worried, and fearful.

I was reading a post by Dolly Parton of all people yesterday - she recently arrived on Substack. Aside from being a brilliant musical artist, she's a philanthropist with stunning business insight. This line in her post drew my attention:

"My desire to do a thing is always greater than my fear of it."

That made me think! And then I looked up the essence of the quote, and variations of it show it to be a very common motivational phrase.

That being the case, I turned it around in my mind until I found a version that fits the trying times we find ourselves in today.

Here's the thing: it's an odd time to be thinking about the future when an entire nation seems eager to tear it down.

It's hard to focus on tomorrow when today is simply so weird.

It's tough to align with what's next when what is current is truly terrifying.

And yet, it's one of the most important ways to get through this moment of madness.

May your hope for tomorrow outweigh your fear of where we are right now.

Welcome to 2026.

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