Can you be faschist and gay at the same time?

The day-to-day guarantees we take for granted – be it as regulated as the commute to work – are built on an infinite amount of energy. Life, rather. I wonder how difficult one of a millionaire dare be, may I live to see the day where I meet some, for just a quick peek, to confirm what I will never know unless I see it for myself. I am all for arresting criminals, but hey, we are in 2025, what kind of criminality is more pressing today?  

Is this guy bothering you, mam?  

Well HEREEEEE KAPOW PEOW.  

Every man conspicuous of committing bratery (i made this word up) – the formula of which I have not yet figured out yet (it should be relative to the age and circumstances) - undergoes genetic sequencing, until we find THE B-R-A-T gene that singles them out from the rest. 

What I would really need to know is how time is relative, it’s been bugging me. Another great idea of mine involves relativity. Often it feels to me that we try to solve nature’s complex problems with logic and numbers, when our beautiful research in physics clearly shows that it doesn’t obey those forms. In my twenty seven years of life have I never experienced a bug in hardware or software more often then I do now that ChatGPT is here. A greedy management combined with the relentless obsession of squeezing every penny out of their product, instead of repositioning and doing what people have done before us: look into the future.

The fact that Microsoft Outlook is still too stupid to not completely manage my calendar schedule is beyond me. It knows exactly when I work, when I have my period (yes, men can feel, too), or when I am extremely motivated. Why on earth do I then have to, for every single meeting or event, ask my colleague or friend or family if they have time and if I have time and if we both have time together, when all I really want my stupid devices to do is to make my life easier and not restrict it further. Time is relative, right. If you are squeezed in a train for thirty minutes or you get to sit down to read in the meantime, will it destine how fast you will leap during your ride? 

What can we trust from our past, anyways? Have you ever looked at something and thought: wasn’t it different before?