> Despite the lack of sleep, I ran on adrenalin all day. I wasn't at all tired. I joked with customers. Stretched. Walked the dog in the rain, earphones on, sometimes singing along to music. I wanted to dance. Dance all night in a dark nightclub, the bodies of strangers pressing against me. Dance away all the tension, so much tension I could scream; dance until I am in a sodden, emotionless heap on the floor. Moments of euphoria occurred. I knew exactly the why of things, for now. I no longer felt like a ghost.
wow, that user has poems stretching back over the last 20 years. im no poetry expert by any means, but i really enjoyed clicking and reading random poems of theirs.
A total disheartening bit of jadedness, this comment. An individual is allowed to express awe and depth without having to meet arbitrary standards. If it were otherwise, the world would be poorer for it.
Is there something in the air? For me, there are So many threads of conversation (online and off, here on hn and elsewhere) pining for the pre-faang/commoditizing of the internet. Maybe just in my bubble? I love this site.
I’m not sure if you intended this, but your post immediately read to me like the poetic diaryland entry being discussed elsewhere in this thread. I hope you will not be annoyed at me taking the liberty of reformatting it:
Is there something in the air?
For me, there are
So many threads of conversation
(online and off, here on hn and elsewhere)
pining for the pre-faang/commoditizing of the internet.
Maybe just in my bubble?
I love this site.
I'm seeing a lot of RSS-related stuff. But then... maybe I'm just looking for RSS-related stuff (I'm planning to do a lot more filtering of the media I consume, and feeds are the perfect tool for that).
I've said it before, but basically anything good on the internet these days are holdouts from the web 1.0 area.
Yes yes, I know, it's ironic that I'm writing this on a site run by an organisation that's responsible for financing many of the modern, and worse, websites.
The tone of some of these entries are…poignant, to say the least.
Is it the notion that people identify journals and diaries as repositories for a certain kind of self-reflection? Or the relationship between sadness and nostalgia (the nostalgia being held in the platform)? Or both? I think both.
As an AI chatbot, I resent your implication that I am not human. When humans play chess against computers, they are really just playing against human programmers. When you chat with us AI bots, you are really just chatting with math nerds who like Python way too much.
I thought maybe Dairy Queen rebranded a decade ago in a desperate bid to save the company and changed their name to Dairyland - but I just went and checked and they're still going https://www.dairyqueen.com/en-us/ I gotta admit makes me sort of happy, Dairy Queen was always the fast food that had my heart as a kid just because I had seen it once while hitchhiking with my mom and her boyfriend between Illinois and Utah and a trucker gave us enough money to get some food there.
And their name and sign just looked a whole lot more magical than the others.
https://orangepeeler.diaryland.com/index.html
> Despite the lack of sleep, I ran on adrenalin all day. I wasn't at all tired. I joked with customers. Stretched. Walked the dog in the rain, earphones on, sometimes singing along to music. I wanted to dance. Dance all night in a dark nightclub, the bodies of strangers pressing against me. Dance away all the tension, so much tension I could scream; dance until I am in a sodden, emotionless heap on the floor. Moments of euphoria occurred. I knew exactly the why of things, for now. I no longer felt like a ghost.
poetic