I don't want to own my own home, I want to have my brain inserted into an eldritch AI that will show me pleasures so alien and profound that the flood of endorphins burns my synapses like the ashes of Vesuvius upon Pompeii
This is what happens when I tweet after 11PM
the mastodon instance at cybre.space is retired see the end-of-life plan for details: https://cybre.space/~chr/cybre-space-eol
This is what happens when I tweet after 11PM