nostr:npub1g0uss0sjsgxwmhqxgnvlj0zv9ru89xwfyktkcjc0kgy8syxj79ss383vfw slapping myself in the head rn for posting screenshots that I didn't bother to read myself. But who needs to read when his pfp vibes are screaming out at you?

I read one of Aella's blog posts about what it's like to do LSD for a year without knowing it was her. I felt this overwhelming sense of bleakness, especially in her description of experiencing the texture of the world as akin to a cracked desert.

It's normal for depressed people to be nonchalant about death, but she seemed to think it was so special, and that was the most pitiable thing. A mind happy to be ending in a pitchblack desert which leads nowhere, a body lying and waiting for death in between the bouts of prostitution.

And then I read enough to figure out that this was Aella (I didn't know she did so much LSD before this either) and I just felt contempt