Words for 1 Nov 2026
Image by Antonio Cansino from Pixabay Coffee number three and nothings coming to me. I'm trying to write, trying to fight the fight. The topics don't tickle my brain, what an arduous boring pain. I should be in Spain, wandering la rambla with a massive hangova', trying to find drip coffee in the land of espresso, jamon and paella. Shit, I forgot how to spell paella and the existence of the double-L's. That's okay, I've only found it mediocre the times I've had it. Still, what a pain to have nothing to write about that speaks to me. This is my stupid blog, my stupid journal I put out there for everyone to see. Why do I do that? I don't know. Perhaps for some kind of validation or staying with the social media flow. It's nice to have some format other than the explosion of people's faces doing cliche things, complaining about places, faces and even races. What will happen when everything's been done? AI accelerated Idiocracy? Dark ages of te...