i will attempt to create a haven that which is my own in this flagrant wasteland. .. if it were possible that being online wasn’t a deeply troubling experience, i could maybe pretend this was a time capsule. but i wouldn’t want to entertain delusions of that nature. come whatever data leeches and AI spies will, this is a markedly human experience meant only to project my identity to then be consumed in this rot. my decay lives on through the worms that push me through their guts, not in this place. this place isn’t real.