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It's absolutely insane that the Berklee College of Music, one of the most prestigious music education institutions in the world, is adapting AI music into its curriculum. It's ironically tone-deaf.
Today is May 22nd, 2026.
whoops, missed a day. guess a pill of vitamin b12 and deep sleep can do that to you.
i heard that work today was going to be interesting and maybe even a bit rough. we'll see. trial by fire.
still tired, but i slept like a brick. more soon.
Today, in the twilight of the moon, is May 20th, 2026.
I've had more fun and energy in the last two days with my new job than I have in the last six weeks for the job I'm about to leave. It's a bummer, but this previous job was just not paying me what I needed to survive, and the boss wasn't exactly the greatest to be around. On to brighter pastures, I'd say.
I had a bad time sleeping, somewhat. Woke up out of breath. I imagine that might have been because of my anxiety, but maybe it was because of something physical. I'm just not sure.
On the plus side of today, I tried chicken shawarma for the first time. It was pretty damn good.
Not much else to say. I want to write more, but I'm exhausted from work. Still, I'd like for this to stay an everyday occurrence, even if no one reads it.
May good sleep find us all.
Today, for a moment, is May 19th, 2026.
My head hurts. Up until I took some medicine, my entire abdomen was in pain. Yet, despite the discomfort, I had a pretty good day today. I started my new job. I had a lot thrown at me in the very first day which, as I was told, is out of the norm. Met a lot of the other employees as well, with one being especially... energetic. There was a lot to remember and I definitely didn't remember it all, which will make for a difficult second day of work tomorrow, but I'm going to take it as it comes and try to adapt.
Of all the jobs I've had, this is the one that is going to stick, no matter the cost, because it's a job in a field that I both have experience in and want to be in. I want to succeed in this job more than anything. It's one step closer to realizing my dream.
Not much else to say. I'm going to nurse this headache somehow.
Take your days one at a time. Whatever you might be going through, there's light on the other side.
Brighter days for us both.
Today is still May 18th, 2026.
I haven't felt great all day, but I'm hoping tomorrow is better. I start my new job and I'm pretty excited for it. As long as my health doesn't decline like it usually does, everything should go well enough.
I don't really have much to say today. I didn't want to use a prompt for self-reflection. I just wanted to rest.
Sleep well. It's a new day tomorrow.
Today is May 18th, 2026.
"Another day, another chance to make the mistake that will save you."
—Joseph Fasano
From Instagram user pix_ot.
I am a nihilist. I believe that nothing matters, and for a long time, that belief was a paralyzing thing. I stayed in my room for years and barely left it. All the aspirations I had in my head—the dreams I once wanted to turn into reality—they became covered in dust, left to rot. I wasted a lot of my life because... well, what was the point? We all die, and all the things we do and say die with us. There is no permanence. Ozymandias, god of fleeting legacies.
This belief is a big part of my death anxiety. I fear death because I haven't done much in life, and I haven't done much in life because it's all going to eventually decay and disappear. Everything exists to reinforce this hard, cosmic rule. Not even the universe itself is immune.
Death is a guarantee, and that is all the more reason to live.
Nothing matters. This much is known, engraved into us, but what we tend to ignore is that nothing has to matter. Nothing has to be important enough to endure. I'm not the first to impart this sentiment, and I certainly won't be the last. There will be someone just like me, paralyzed by fear and unable to live with the shadow of death forever looming over them. They'll realize, much like I did, that they wasted too much of their temporary existence on Earth, so worried about everything.
And while some things are worth worrying about, because those things may give you more time to live, other things are not.
Create and laugh with abandon. Love honestly and recklessly. Feel with the weight of the universe. Die full of stories.
Any song that makes me feel some type of cathartic emotion is a song that instantly goes on repeat.
Today is still May 17th, 2026.
I guess I felt the need to write more. It's comforting.
"Who is your personal role model? Why are they your role model?"
I haven't had any role models since I was a kid. I'm old and jaded now, but I still try to push a genuine optimism out into the world, because the probability of every single person being terrible will never reach 100%. There are people out there who live by a silent oath of kindness and consideration (again, one of the best, most desirable traits of a person) who deserve good lives. Those people are worthy of love.
In essence, everyone is, but in practice, there are those who disregard what's given to them. They cast it aside in favor of staying guarded, or worse—they capitalize upon and abuse it for their own gains. I find myself to be of the former variety. I am a guarded person, and being vulnerable in a world where people can take and use it to hurt you—it isn't easy to do.
Obviously, it goes hand-in-hand with trust issues. If you can't trust someone, you can't be vulnerable with them in any regard, to any extreme. Maybe it's for the best; I'm not an authority on trust. The things I say here require no trust, no vulnerability. The chances of being hurt here remain abysmally low, and yet—they are never zero.
But, I've developed a thick skin over the years. I've been insulted and betrayed and abandoned, as many others have; sometimes, by the people I considered closest to me. Even those that I've considered role models—the quote goes: "Never meet your heroes."
These days, there are no role models, least of all for me. I'm always an arm's length away at all times, and I suppose that's best for both me and others.
I'd rather window shop than buy in, anyway.
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"I am Jack's Spicy Chicken Sandwich."
I found the pin HERE
More like 60 tabs which stay open for weeks or until the browser eventually fails.
More like four tabs on a computer with 15-year-old dying parts.
At the end of the day, all we have is time.
Maybe you can help me.
I have an image in my phone, the origin of which is unknown. I've had this image for years. I don't know where it came from, and I haven't found an original source. It's a fascinating photo, equally as unnerving as it is alluring. If you know the origins of the following photo, please tell me.
Today is May 17th, 2026.
Last night's sleep, more or less, lasted seven hours. It was good, I think; perhaps even without incident. It's always hard to tell when you're in deep sleep. The wake-up, however, wasn't great. There are moments where I feel I'm not getting enough oxygen, where I feel I have to breath even deeper, even harder, even faster. I was told by a doctor once that when you hyperventilate, you're supposed to breathe slow and shallow, so that your body calms down.
Are they right? I don't know.
"What is something unique about you that no one knows? Why haven't you shared it?"
It should be painfully obvious that I use a list of prompts designed for self-reflection, at this point.
I make music. It's not common, and it's not good (if you ask me), but I like making it when I can get the motivation. If you asked about the genre, I wouldn't be able to tell you any specifics—only that it's "probably electronic music." There's drums, there's synths, there's piano sometimes. Seems about right for the overall [gestures vaguely].
The thing is, I do share it. I just don't really promote it, for multiple reasons. First, it's not good in my opinion, but I do recognize that I've gotten better at music production over time; compared to when I first started, I've markedly improved (in mixing, composition needs some heavy work, but it's listenable(?)). Secondly, I don't really have the goal of trying to build an audience in mind. It clouds judgment. You start chasing numbers, and I already have a socially debilitating relationship with numbers. I'd rather just put my stuff out there for people to stumble upon, and if it resonates with them and they like it, great. If it doesn't, no one sees it anyway, so it doesn't matter.
I also don't intend to promote my music here, just in case anyone comes across this post and starts to assume from the words above, so don't worry—you don't have to suffer my hobby.
Today, for a little while longer, is May 16th, 2026.
I decided to write again, however long, after a bad experience with my heart tonight.
It's the type of heartbeat or quiver or flutter or malfunction that scoops the awareness and stability out of your body. It's the type that truly hollows you out and lasts a little too long and makes you think "oh god, this is it, isn't it?". It's not the first time it's happened. It won't be the last until it is.
I hate the feeling of simply resting, only for your body, in all its hyperawareness, to be overcome with dread, the kind that localizes in one spot based on what your brain subconsciously feels. It's like your whole body experiences some mind-altering shift, and the gravity of the sensation threatens to pull all your blood to its source.
I don't have much else to say. I just needed to get these feelings out tonight.
If you're still awake, if you can't sleep, I pray that good sleep finds you and that you rest easy.
I pray that good sleep finds us both.