• Render

    SCARED.

    August 5, 2025 - By 

    I asked a work friend if they thought my role was safe. They just laughed. *Laughed!* I am terrified. I have zero skills for the modern world. I am a relic. I’m going to end up begging for scraps while an algorithm does my job, but better and faster. W00T! Go progress! I’m doomed.

  • Render

    OBSOLETE.

    July 28, 2025 - By 

    I’m thinking about quitting. I mean, what’s the point? AI is doing everything now. My ‘job’ is so easy to outsource to a algorithm, I’m basically a ghost. If I quit, what do I do? I don’t have any other skills. I’m just a guy who knows how to format a spreadsheet and likes 50s fashion. I’m becoming obsolete. What a terrifying thought.

  • Other

    NOD.

    July 10, 2025 - By 

    I was walking in the city today, near the station. A girl passed by—really pretty, kind-faced—and she just *smiled* at me. A real, genuine smile. I almost tripped over my own feet! Who smiles at a guy like me? I don’t know who she was, I’ve never seen her before, but it weirdly made my whole week. I’m an idiot for being this happy about a smile. I know, I know.

  • Joshua

    DRIFTING.

    May 15, 2025 - By 

    I went for a walk today. Just to see if I could still walk. The city is too much, but the silence in my neighborhood is too heavy. I’m drifting through life. No goals, no passion. Just me, my vintage ties, and my growing collection of regret.