Clouds outside the window are, regretfully, what I’ll notice only when the electricity goes out.

how many pixels is the world we are in

I was lying idly on the bed, gazing up at a 45-degree angle. Grey curtain. White, transparent gauze. Snowy wall in the shade. Flowing music. Cloudless sky that painted everything in monochrome with a light, unreal blue.

Every moment is cinematic.

日本語のレベルより英語がずっと上手なのに、やっぱり英語の勉強ばっかりしてる。ただもっと簡単で快適だから。でも勉強しないと日本語をペラペラ話すようにならないから頑張らなきゃ

The antipathy to AI-generated content is justified in that language is, or at least was, the major form of human connection, the lack of which shall result in an ultimately omnipresent suspicion of the authenticity in the content one is interacting with, and thus inextricable alienation.