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“Up to the Twentieth Century, reality was everything humans could touch, smell, see, and hear. Since the initial publication of the chart of the electromagnetic spectrum, humans have learned that what they can touch, smell, see, and hear is less than one-millionth of reality.” -Bucky Fuller

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Cake day: February 26th, 2024

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  • Gonna vent some. Long week, it’s not Friday yet, stupid coworkers, stupid customers, managers who don’t care about standard operating procedure, ahhh.

    A man was not meant to sit in front of a computer monitor for nine hours a day.

    Update: thank goodness I have the ability to take a bath. I was whining earlier, but I am very privileged. This is my affirmation.
















  • It’s okay. Had another dream where my mom inexplicably comes back from the dead. She even joked about how we’d have to reevaluate how we think of the situation. It’s wild how going back to sleep before my alarm can just ruin the rest of my week. There’s a lump in my throat that just won’t go away. I feel guilty writing these thoughts out, hell I’m tearing up now because I know so many other people have real problems and there’s this fucking election, and my wife’s work is so much more difficult than mine and I haven’t a leg to complain upon.

    poem

    I wish

    to beat my fists against this desk

    until they are bruised and bloody

    for that is something

    I may yet control

    Thank you for allowing me to vent. Much love to you all.









  • I’d say it’s going well! The sun decided to come back out, literally and figuratively, which is great for my new plane photography hobby lol. Mother’s Day was alright, we went to my aunt and uncle’s with my dad to barbecue. First Mother’s Day without my mom, which was rough, but it’s just a celebration to capitalism more than anything, so keeping that in mind helped when seeing all the cards and flower displays at the store. I did allow myself the opportunity to feel sad by walking up to the card section and picking out the one I know I’d have gotten her (it had butterflies, which she loved).

    Thanks for letting me journal like this. It really does help to write it out, kind of like writing a letter and not sending it to anybody.

    Anyway, have some pictures. I’m getting into photography again, and I’m excited to share :)