wanted to calm my frayed nerves with r&b, but instead of that, I got introduced to a world of wireless mesh home sound systems that are... locked down as fuck behind proprietary apps and subscription services. for these speakers without headphone jacks or—I can't believe things have gotten this bad—even *Bluetooth*

anyways, no music was listened to.

i don't know what this account is for anymore. i don't write posts nor read posts on here. and i retch at the paradox of wanting to present myself authentically in a social media paradigm based on sharing things out of context. a holistic, atomically-perceivable "me" is impossible, ofc, but i do try to approximate as best i can... this is why i mostly only post my poetry anymore.

i'd be more comfy sharing longform self-reflections on a blog i think, but i can't reach people from there without a following--nevermind the existential terror of my soul being caught up by AI scrapers.

maybe i should just make zines and share them locally and on here both. i *have* been wanting to write poetry zines...

thinking about how, at the apex of a hierarchy, your power over your domain makes it very easy to dodge accountability for any of it. and the opposite dynamic at the bottom of the hierarchy

dont mind me being fucking pissed at whiteness and the owner class