Neon Daydreams - Tumblr Posts
"A dream long lost in the compulsive effort to fill space, to replicate some family image of self."
William Gibson- Neuromancer.
Secure your soul.
I scream at the screen, try and will a piece of my anger and rage into the silicon. I ask the net how it can connect me with everyone in the world, and yet I feel so alone. I demand to know how it can show me all the world's atrocities, knowing I can't fix them all.
I pound my fist on the keyboard and demand to know why I feel this way. Who's fault it is, but the black void of the blank screen offers no answers, no remorse. Just a reflection of my own face.
When they ask how I died. tell them: Still Angry.
-Quellcrist Falconer
From Altered Carbon by Richard K. Morgan.
If I'd known the last time I saw you would be the last, I would have thought of something more meaningful to say.
My playlist is getting stale, hit me up with some music suggestions.
"The personal, as everyone’s so fucking fond of saying, is political. So if some idiot politician, some power player, tries to execute policies that harm you or those you care about, take it personally. Get angry. The Machinery of Justice will not serve you here – it is slow and cold, and it is theirs, hardware and soft-. Only the little people suffer at the hands of Justice; the creatures of power slide from under it with a wink and a grin. If you want justice, you will have to claw it from them. Make it personal. Do as much damage as you can. Get your message across. That way, you stand a better chance of being taken seriously next time. Of being considered dangerous. And make no mistake about this: being taken seriously, being considered dangerous marks the difference - the only difference in their eyes - between players and little people. Players they will make deals with. Little people they liquidate. And time and again they cream your liquidation, your displacement, your torture and brutal execution with the ultimate insult that it’s just business, it’s politics, it’s the way of the world, it’s a tough life and that it’s nothing personal. Well, fuck them. Make it personal."
Richard K Morgan
-Altered Carbon
Pictures stolen from Alissa Azar and Vishal P. Singh on Instagram.
Keep protesting, keep fighting the good fight and remember to protect yourself and those around you. No one is free until all are free.
TW: Fake blood, Fake wound
3D printed tourniquets created by the people of Gaza, this is true cyberpunk. Using the net and technology to fight oppression and help your community.
I should note, this is not a perfect solution, 3D printed TQs will have a higher failure rate than commercial medical grade ones. The people of Gaza need life-saving aid and proper medical supplies.
Here are several charities you can donate to help facilitate that.
https://www.map.org.uk/donate/donation-details/484
https://www.pcrf.net/
https://help.unicef.org/donate-monthly-for-children-gaza-2023?gad_source=1&gclid=Cj0KCQjw0MexBhD3ARIsAEI3WHIITq6yMc5ndzOKhXK8cRTIDcY_tZC5Q1g0VIAJrrZCa8eROCjg-uEaAhOUEALw_wcB
Also Karl and the folks at inrangetv are excellent content creators if you're interested in looking at firearms ownership and general self-defense from a leftist perspective.
Yea so just finished Signalis. This game is beautiful, and traumatizing.
I'll do anything
The longer I went on, the less I remembered. As I traded parts of myself for processing power, meat and memory for time. I lost parts of my past everyday consumed by the compulsion to keep going.
I still remember us, though. I remember them. I remember the lake, the sun. I remember the way the light made their eyes pop and the way they laughed. I remember their touch and the way their hand felt in mine. But I can't remember their name. I can't remember their face or why it ended. I can't even remember if it was real, but it's all I have left.
I'm a husk, a collection of electrical impulses in a shell of meat. I cling to the thought of them because I loved them. I still love them, but also because it's the last time I remember being myself, being alive.