march 31 2026
I want to be in the epicentre of the next nuclear explosion. Let it happen on a Monday morning, while I’m waking up with my fiancé. All cozy and cuddly, because we had a great time together on Sunday. Now we both have to get up and go to work, but it’s okay since it’s warm and sunny outside and we both get off early.
I don’t think about nothing interesting since I realised that no work will ever get as important and as recognised as the ones put out when I was a child. We’re in a niche economy nothing is relevant, the revolution already happened last week on a Pinterest mood board, I can log off peacefully. I keep my ideas for myself and my friends and family who are willing to hear. Social media hasn’t seen my face in a while. I don’t Crave fame and recognition from my intellectual prouesses anymore, I just want this neuro spicy brain of mine to behave for the time I have left.
I’m reading goosebumps again, actually I don’t get goosebumps at night no more. The real goosebumps came from reading mark fisher, and having daily panic attacks on my way to uni. Matter fact I just nod and smile, when people talk about their future capitalistic ventures. I don’t sweat it I just zone out and imagine my little fruit garden, in this dream house I’ve been building in my head for years. Just like now I’m discussing ways of making this perfect place emerge from the ground with my lover.
And after happily planning a beautiful day, we’ll both be gone, probably like a good portion of the world. May my personal heaven be like this day infinitely dreaming of a world where nothing really matters, and I can love and cherish the day.
Lord Scarlett