Es esmu sasniegusi taadu faazi, ka liidz ko gribas kaut ko komenteet par pasauli un taas notikumiem, es uzreiz sevi apshaubu jo: it could be AI, it could be just content, it could be unreal, it could be lizzid ppl, all of it is irrelevant to my 4 walls.

Bet mostly, ka it could just be content or AI.

So man vienkaarshi vairs nedomaajas par sensaacijaam, my interest has collapsed completely and it is a strange state.

I have enough content in the sink and laundry basket and in the folder of future fears and anxieties.

Karoche jo vairaak tu kaut ko miili, jo skaudraaks wreck tu kljuusti to meegjinot saglaabt un frishinaat un notureet. I just lament that I cannot enjoy any bit of this pure paradise I am in due to crippling FEAR.