How I long for the day when I can live lightly again. There's so much work and responsibilities that I feel like I'm no longer able to rest, only sleep.
08.03.2026 11:36
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How I long for the day when I can live lightly again. There's so much work and responsibilities that I feel like I'm no longer able to rest, only sleep.
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Beautiful design choices
My unpopular opinion of the day is that I think modernist abstract art works MUCH BETTER as book covers than full rendered illustrated art.
I have the impression rendered illustrations ends up reducing what it's book is about. It sets how you're expected to imagine the scenes you'll read inside it
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It's like that company jerk that is adored only by the people who don't need to work with them on a daily basis.
Internet made things easier...but also a lot more complex, unfortunately.
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That means a whole country of active online users was meeting him for the first time after 40 years of problematic stuff that went completely under the radar for most of them. They were not reading Song of Kali or Flashback. Their entry point was the safest one, Hyperion.
Another thing to take into the equation is that internet made different contexts seem similar ones by getting us, citizens living wildly different realities, in direct contact to each other.
Example: In 2023 we had a Simmons work translated to Portuguese for the first time ever in Brazil. 1/3
Yeah... The guy was always problematic, but I don't think most of the public dive deep into an artist's work as we do (we're culture creeps).
I feel most of them read only the Hyperion Cantos, his most safe and successful work, and call it a day.
PS: everybody seems to agree Kali was a bad move.
And I say that sad for the many artists I used to admire revealing themselves terrible people, some even monsters, on the last years.
Neil Gaiman, Nobuhiro Watsuki, Billy Corgan, Phil Anselmo and so many others
MANY times I quit reading/listening to artists after their undefendable takes.
I honestly don't know if there was a time where the artistic class was made out of better people.
My sour heart inclines me to think fans only didn't had that much access to their private lives and thoughts back then.
Internet didn't made people worse. It just revealed what was always there.
My thing with Dan Simmons is that people throw the terms "genius" and "brilliant" way too easily on the internet.
His Hyperion original cantos was good? Yes.
Was it anything as remotely brilliant as, let's say, Gene Wolfe's *worst* works? No. Not at all.
Yeah, but I think there were scales of it ... one thing is edgy stuff in subtext. Another whole different thing is open preachy right wing fiction with no subtext at all.
The man worst started to really bloom in the second half of his career.
That said, even at his best his work was overrated.
I've only read his Hyperion (and the fall of it) out of curiosity since everybody praised it in high regards. Although they're good sf novels, I found them extremely overrated at the time. People call things "genius" way too fast on the internet.
I'm trying to organize my life through Notion and so far things are working out great.
From projects management (pic 1)...
... to movie tracker (pic. 2)...
... to gift wishlist (pic. 3) among many other things.
My only problem is that the day has only 24 hours and I need to stay healthy.
I know the feeling, my friend. Better than I wish I did.
Last weekend some friends asked me if making TTRPGs brings good money.
"yeah, it does... But it pays the bills tho?
Men of culture, my friend. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
Another absurd take I see online is people saying Javier Rodriguez art for "Absolute Martian Manhunter" is somehow bad...?!?!?!?!?!
As an example: paul pope's Batman Year 100.
Online people saying Pope's overestimated and I'm like "man, Pope is dope as heck! What you're talking bout?!"
Recently I've restarted reading and buying super hero comics after many many years without doing so. To my surprise (...not really) my taste is considered trash to the mainstream readers of super hero comics. Every comic online people say is the worst I find to be among my favorites.
Keanu Keeves is an actor everybody seems to love and I can't stand him. To me he's the wrong person at the right place most of the time in his carreer.
P.S.2: another thing I've realized is that in my visits on the Cube it was always day outside.
In the Cillinder, on the other hand, it was night outside.
P.S.: revisiting my writings of my former visits on the Pale Buildings, I noticed that before it was a Cube and now the architecture looked Round. Like a wedding cake. I'm convinced they are different places.
Definitely. We should video chat to open the year in good style. I'll get some spirit to drink to your health, my friend.
It felt a bit like a Kubrick setting where everything (walls, furniture and everything else) was painted white. Sterile. Imagine a situation where you desperately want to pee,but you can't and it's cold as hell. That's how the place felt to me.
It didn't feel like the same Pale Building from before... But it felt from the same universe. Almost as the soldier also knew about the other pale building.
I woke up terrified.
Final notes
¹ I already wrote before about the Pale Building, a recurring mysterious place I visit in dreams. I've been there 2 or 3 times, but this time it felt... Evil. Like the place was not "white as an angel", but "white as a spirit". Also the architecture felt different from my last visit.
I was trying to calm him down but he refused to stay closer to the room screaming "the apple is getting near! The apple!".the chew on my arm when I was trying to immobilize him.
I woke up with my heart racing in fear, realizing "apple" was his word for something/someone of pure evil.
I somehow knew he was a soldier, even though he was wearing no uniform. He was desperate in violent fear from whatever that was inside the cillinder room.
"The apple is there! I saw it. Get away from me! The apple!"
Even now I have strong goosebumps remembering his stare. I could feel his fear.
I've had such a Lynchian nightmare last night: I was inside a pale building¹. In the center of it was a cillinder-shaped room with no doors. The strongest light was coming out of it and painting the inner walls white. Me and another person were interrogating a frantic guy. 1/5