it’s weird bc a large amount of my direct casual interactions with people are just veiled in thick layers of irony
my alternative mode is just being sad ig
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