Notices by 🇪🇷Götterdämmerung (gotterdammerung@glitch.social)

History never repeats.

It just plagiarizes itself poorly.

@Daojoan

Our elites are a startup: KleptoKak, Inc.

Burn rate: the public trust.
Product: excuses.
Exit strategy: your pension.

#DailyLaws Sept 26
Let Go of the Past
At this point, I've seen it. The calcification in Real Time. Friends & family turning into monuments of who they were, not who they are. Hell, I catch glimpses of it in the mirror. The slow fossilization of a once-hungry mind.

I used to claw at the walls of tradition with bleeding fingers, tearing down inherited assumptions just to breathe. I used whatever tools I could steal: techniques, ideologies, hacks, heresies, anything to crack open the mold.

Upgrading from iPhone 13 to iPhone 17 isn't evolution. It's Stockholm Syndrome. A ritual of self-delusion wrapped in anodized aluminum & OLED lies. I'm not chasing progress. I'm paying for the privilege of being slowly suffocated by sleeker chains. The apps load faster so they can disappoint me sooner. The screen is brighter so I can see the enshittificaiton in high definition.

My iPhone 13 was the last whisper of restrain, back when apps opened without hissing a subscription in my face.

@joynewacc @palestine @aral
My final Blue Sky post.
Self-explanatory.

All I do is sit back, relaxed. The picture of indulgence. The smoke curls out like a sermon & before long they're infected. Not by nicotine but by my calm. They loosen up, they confess. They start imagining they want my life, or at least the version of it where time slows down & the world looks rich even if the people aren't respectable.

I sell atmosphere. The illusion we're untouchable for an hour. That's how you sway people - not through arguments but through moods.

You smoke in the company of equals - or if you're clever, in the company of those you want to feel like equals.

I don't drown my guests in trivia about leaf origins or aging processes. Nobody cares that the wrapper's from Nicaragua or the filler's Dominican unless they're already lost causes. Instead I make them feel like they've stumbled into a private society. A room lined with wood, leather & the ghosts of other guys' success. I let them believe they're in on the luxury.

#DailyLaws Aug 29
Infect People With the Proper Mood

I invite people into cigar lounges the way priests coax sinners into confessionals. Colleagues, friends, strays from the outskirts of my life, I bring them all into the smoke. The trick isn't the tobacco. It's the ritual.

Cigars demand stillness. You don't puff them on a treadmill or while filing taxes. You smoke sitting down, after a long day of pretending to be useful, after a meal that's fattened you up.

@Gargron Exactly! Their literacy is system bound. But that doesn't make it illiteracy. It makes it capitvity. Every generation reads the text history gives them.

And Gen Z reads shackles, still manages fluency inside the cage.

That's not dumber. Just darker.

@Gargron Calling GenZ illiterate cuz UIs are streamlined is like mocking pilots for not flapping their arms.

Literacy isn't repeating the struggles of the past. It's mastering the traps of the present.

Boomers debugged syntax.
Millennials tweaked code.
Gen Z hacks attention economies engineered to addict them.

If you think that's easier, you've already aged out of the interface.

@Gargron Yes then again Gen Z "decline" in tech literacy is just the baseline shifting. Millennials tinkered cuz systems were fragile. Half of the job was fixing what broke. GenZ lives in seamless ecosystems so literacy isn't repair, it's fluency. They don't code shit but breathe the interface.

Different skillset, same ratchet upwards.

Tech literacy escalates each gen: what was wizardry for Boomers became competence for Gen X, baseline for Millennials & oxygen for Gen Z. Falling behind shifts from quirky to disqualifying.

Boomers: clicking "Allow" is courage. We sigh then forgive.
Gen X: knows enough to fix it or find you. We don't intervene; we value self-preservation.
Millennials: if it spins, they rage. If it syncs they breathe. Baseline or bust.
Gen Z: interface is destiny. If you can't navigate you can't participate.

The immortal line by Margaret #Thatcher:
There is no such thing as #society.

The Iron Lady's Hallmark crad for Late Stage Capitalism. A slogan so bleak it makes Hobbes sound like Mister Rogers.

She envisioned us as pathetic little atomized consumers, free falling through history, bumping into each other only to exchange currency or germs. If we're lucky we die alone due to climate change, clutching our reusable tote bag, whispering "at least I offset my flight to Ibiza."

Under her gospel, collective action is a fairy tale & your only real neighbors are Amazon Prime & depression.

The fire department is just a bunch of heroic individuals who coincidentally showed up at the same burning house.

Thatcher didn't kill society. She just outsourced it to the private sector & sold the corpse for scrap.

Leave them hungry. Step away long enough for absence to sharpen desire.

Then I return in a flurry. An eruption of work like I'd been conjuring it in some unknown temple.

The master of this was this italian artist-muse I knew. Incandescent in person, a walking hallucination. But she'd vanish into deserts on drug fueled pilgrimages, into studios where she bled oil paint on abstract canvas, into the offline ether where no one could reach her. And when she reemerged, she was feral, luminous, magnetic allover again.

#DailyLaws July 26
Know When to Withdraw
Withdrawal is only lethal if you've already carved yourself into their memory. Intensity first, absence second. That's the coquette's goal. After a season of deep entanglement, step back & their imagination fills the gap with fire. They remember the highs, forget the flaws & start chasing your ghost harder than the flesh ever demanded.

I do this with my art. I disappear, stop sharing, go dark & let silence ferment into curiosity.

@tenthousandisopods

#DailyLaws July 5
Stir up the Transgressive & Taboo
Seduction w/o sin is just polite conversation. In a world choking on its own permissiveness, where everyone pretends they're free & open-minded, the real thrill lives in shadows. Your job is to drag them there. Rip open the seams of their comfort zone. If they're holy, you play the heretic. If they're pure you be the corruption they didn't know they craved. If their family would disown them for touching you, make that risk irresistible.

I once tangled with this black butch stud who sized me up & didn't see a man but something worse. Something dangerous, silver-tipped fingers & untouchable. I kept pushing, teasing, till the tension snapped & we ended up tearing into each other in the cramped back seat of her car. Her body was pure sculpture, marble & muscle, a masterpiece of flesh. That she loathed men only stoked the fire. No one ever believed we hooked up. Their disbelief made it sweeter.