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
sometimes you reluctantly find yourself in a context where the latter seems like a necessary concession to survive, and that’s a local judgement that may be correct. doesn’t change the fact that that’s what you’re doing.
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
yeah hopefully wasn’t too upsetting lol, we’re frenly n cozy
i don’t think you have an unhinged take fwiw
(its fine to be wrong on some things, you can’t be perfect >:3)
(yeah the first part was me just continuing my last thought, i already had it written out before reading ur msg :P <3)
i can probably agree it’s becoming irrelevant in terms of usage trends, but that’s not material to whether or not that’s a good thing and what individuals should choose
again tho tbh this is rinky dink small potatoes in the grand scheme of things, just something i believe should be a mundane and marginal habit for people to fall into
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.