I’m just like whoa, so aligned, really thinking about how I want to die. Is it a calculator? A camera? A toaster that tells you stock prices? A gun? It’s really tough. But I’m into pushing boundaries of web performance and I realize it’s not X it’s Y. There comes a time when the operation of the Machine becomes so odious you try out for the part. You can’t even passably act. But you’ve got to put your bodies upon the gears and make a post. It’s good I started acting when I did because I was unfocused and it took blowing off a deadline to remind me why I make stuff. The other creators are weird because they’re into these specific scenarios and that’s all they think about. I just assume a lot of people would kill me before a text editor eats the world. But I’m here in Berkeley long distance. I’m really psyched I’m taking on existential problems in my posts. Methods of rationality. Hashtag clusters. New group chats. TikTok. I have under 3k followers but I’m culling and letting go of ideas and opinions. It’ll make my stuff better because my mind will be empty. I’m really glad to be doing the bootcamp. Desire is demonstrated in attainment so I just decided to do all thirty days before everyone else. There is no effective acceleration. Acceleration is unconditional or it’s just speed.