My log

doesn’t it seem to you that people are getting dumber? It feels like everyone hates each other. They create things that provoke each other’s degeneration. It’s like people are infected with something incurable I’d call it evolutionary degeneration. You can see it everywhere: social media tries to attract new viewers with short clips made for people with the attention span of a goldfish, games no longer challenge you, and information is handed to you on a silver platter — and there’s no guarantee it’s even true. It might sound harsh, but the most fair thing for everyone would be to limit access to the Internet. Back then, getting online required almost cosmic effort, and the Internet wasn’t this cesspool of degenerates. Maybe if we brought that difficulty back, the problem with degenerates would disappear.

A Dream I Had Not long ago I had a dream that stuck with me. It wasn’t scary because of what happened in it, but because inside the dream I could think clearly and rationally. I don’t remember how it started. I only remember already being at my computer, sitting in Discord with friends. At some point I asked one of them, Friend: “How would you want to die? I mean, we’re all going to die anyway. Would you want to kill as many people as possible?” He said yes. He said he would want to create a virus that would wipe out all living things, something that would make people die slowly and painfully. He said that even after his own death, people would keep dying from it. After that the dream became fragmented. I remember putting something together. I took the casing of a walkie-talkie, similar to one I had used at work, pulled all the insides out, and started connecting wires to bags. I don’t remember the details clearly, just the process. The next thing I remember is walking through the city center. I was looking for a suicide bomber. In my hand was the walkie-talkie. I kept nervously pulling the trigger on the handle. That trigger was what activated the explosive device. I was scared. I wasn’t sure I actually wanted to die. I walked up to a shopping mall, still pulling on the trigger. At some point I pressed it by accident. I realized that once it was pressed, the moment I let go, the explosion would start, and I would die. A few seconds later, I released it. Everything went dark. I heard the explosion. I heard buildings collapsing. I heard women screaming around me. And I remember thinking: “So this is what death looks like.” Then I woke up. It was a deeply disturbing dream.