

“We will not cease from our exploration. And the end of our exploring Will be to return to the place we began, And to know that place for the first time.”
Basic-ass bitch T.S. Elliot poem. But it hits hard for me growing up in a small town (3,400 ppl) and left to move to a big city (500,000). And I’m reminded of this poem everytime I go back to visit.



Yeah, like when your peice of shit abusive husband dies drunk driving do you don’t have to worry about your search history or Netflix watch list.
And you weren’t even really into true crime anyway but it was kind of nice seeing what mistakes other people made and your peice of shit husband thinks it’s dumb so you can get some peace.
Anyway, yeah, feels like it should be good cuz fuck AI but it’s gonna effect lots of other things too.