that feeling when life has become an inordinately long and boring, drawn out, pointless continuation and repetition of of itself, despite having been initially seeded in what was (probably) something quite special, which perhaps was for a short time - but quickly - succumbed to the sheer overpowering fuck-you-ness of life, headed nowhere with an increasingly empty future and the past gradually filling up with nothing. eventually all familiar things around, people, places and objects, will die and disappear and be replaced by a less fun and less interesting version of the past, the good fun will fade into the irrelevance of overpowered phones and machine learning projects learning how to machine learn so that the AI can tell itself how to learn instead of relying on humans, and the last remaining dicks like me writing useless shit like this on a forgotten pinboard not being read because emojis have replaced art, balance, common sense, and just a stupid sense of humor. shouldn't have posted this, but fuck it I'm doing it anyway. pains me.