porter robinsons “look at the sky” is hopelessly depressing to me
i don’t want to be alive next year.
i don’t want to make anything good.
i don’t want anyone to have faith in me.
i don’t want to be better.
i want out.
i do not care about devs “accomplishing a goal for people” (yes, even if [actually, especially if] that goal is creating use-values for consumers). i do not care about the empirical success of the “open source community”. i care about not being a sellout and not acting in an anti-solidaristic manner
critical support for that one employee of my client who doesn’t do work for months at a time until his coworkers ask “hey what’s Rob been up to?” and then he replies to all outstanding emails in one day
after the police came and i lived with my aunt for a while, this song was really important to me. i had to take more responsibility for my brother and was still struggling with my eating disorder at the time in high school. right now my life feels parallel to that time, and camisado is comforting.