Human slop detected

AR

it's ok

love is the cure

everything happens for a reason

be yourself

follow your heart

good vibes only

As fibras da alma se soltando.

- Dostoiévski por Pondé em Linhas Cruzadas (27/08/2026)

Theory of memory

Louise Glück

Long, long ago, before I was a tormented artist, afflicted with longing yet incapable of forming durable attachments, long before this, I was a glorious ruler uniting all of a divided country—so I was told by the fortune-teller who examined my palm. Great things, she said, are ahead of you, or perhaps behind you; it is difficult to be sure. And yet, she added, what is the difference? Right now you are a child holding hands with a fortune-teller. All the rest is hypothesis and dream.

The Accumulation of evidence

AR

There was this guy who used to show

how much he was studying.

All those books, apps, PDFs, videos, dissertations.

But what about the learning?

All he kept showing was

a fascination with appearance.

He never changed.

The knowledge remained

where he had found it—

beautifully arranged,

undigested.

“Do you want me to leave?” Little by little.

- Ben Lerner

“Can you hear me?” In the pejorative sense.

- Ben Lerner

My facility with parataxis makes me respected, feared.

- Ben Lerner

as if et cetera were an aesthetics

- ben lerner

Friends describe my DISPOSITION

as stoic. Like a dead fish, an ex said. 

- Solmaz Sharif

You existed to me, you were a theory.

- Tracy K. Smith

So much we once coveted. So much
That would have saved us, but lived,
Instead, its own quick span, returning
To uselessness with the mute acquiescence
Of shed skin.

- Tracy K. Smith

Travel selfies

AR

status signaling

attraction-shading effect

the visual colonization of the place by the subject

The Weather in Space

Tracy K. Smith

Is God being or pure force? The wind

Or what commands it? When our lives slow

And we can hold all that we love, it sprawls

In our laps like a gangly doll. When the storm

Kicks up and nothing is ours, we go chasing

After all we’re certain to lose, so alive—

Faces radiant with panic.

Have you ever wanted to be so rich

your uterus is glitzed as a luxury apartment

lips Lana Del Rey swollen

lifting every song from the ether of glamour

and grief bee-stung

with a hunger that keeps us honest

so that we’re bursting

with it sometimes the hydraulics

of ghosts jacked up on perverse longing?

- Kendra DeColo