Optimist Primus

(turning a big rusty crank) let’s fire up another day here on the bullshit machine

Photo by Aykut Aktaş. A vintage red tram marked "Taksim - Tünel" moves along wet tracks in the heart of a historic city street, likely Istanbul’s Istiklal Avenue. The scene is framed by an ornate, weathered building with dimly lit windows, adding to the moody atmosphere. Overhead, streetlights and decorative spheres glow against the cloudy sky. Pedestrians, clad in winter coats, gather on both sides, while a child in pink sits in a stroller, gazing at the tram’s approach.

The tram knows its route. The passengers, never.

And the sad times go extinct because there is so much love

Photo by Francesco Ungaro. A dimly lit arched passageway opens into a sunlit courtyard, where the warm tones of an elegant historic building contrast with the surrounding darkness. The cobblestone path leads the eye toward the illuminated facade, its windows reflecting the light. The scene evokes a sense of mystery, as if stepping from shadow into a hidden world of quiet beauty.

We are drawn to the light, unaware that its beauty is crafted by the darkness.

ME: *orders in fluent French to impress you*

WAITER: Sir, this is a Japanese restaurant.

ME: ¡Dios mío!

considering having a good idea

replacing apple maps with echolocation

The Ottoman Empire sounds like it would be the comfiest

It's weird that verve is a word I've rarely to never heard or read in any context but two bands used it at the same time in the '90s.

commencing operation bitchin camero

every person is capable of being a compassionate and rational actor, until one of two exterior influences manifests in their behavior. the first is nationalism. the second is “being too online.”

posting about raccoons while 38,000 feet in the air. this is what my ancestors fought for.

Funny how when I think about a lot of my past it almost feels like I'm remembering the life of a completely different person, somehow now I feel more like myself than I ever did

Don't talk to me until after I've eaten my own words

i think the grim reaper would be prettier if he smiled!

There's that old joke 'how do porcupines kiss?'.. "very carefully"..ha ha ha. But it's true. Porcupines are afraid of commitment.

In the one hand it’s so over although contraversely we’re so back as well

There’s still plenty of time for me to suddenly develop a talent

I’m not afraid to admit I’ve done some things I’m not proud of (ate the whole bag of Cheez-Its)

(twentieth pilot enters cockpit) ok certainly that's the last one

driving behind a cybertruck on the highway, 10 likes and i’ll rear en— nvm it just exploded on its own

Aim low, and be prepared to fail anyway. That's the secret to life.

Just over here being normal

i think i’ll go dig a hole in my backyard and move into it

The more I interact with the world, the more I think I was meant to live in a padded cell

shh its quiet time

they'll just start a brand new month they don't even care man

smoking the weed that just keeps burning until the earth rusts over

Show us your strength by building up a society and community.

Not by destroying it.

Photo by Roberto Nickson. A black-and-white photograph of a moonlit seascape. The full moon hangs in the dark sky, casting a shimmering reflection on the calm ocean surface. Gentle waves roll onto the shore, their white crests standing out against the dark water and sand. The scene is quiet and atmospheric, with a sense of solitude and tranquility.

The moon does not fight. It attacks no one. It does not worry. It does not try to crush others. It keeps to its course, but by its very nature, it gently influences. What other body could pull an entire ocean from shore to shore?

- Ming-Dao Deng