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Recently, I spent a whole weekend “enhancing” old photos with the help of an AI application. The offer had popped up on the Internet, a trial subscription for 48 hours, just 99 cents! I couldn’t miss such a bargain.
Tag: <span>reality</span>
Not knowing what’s going on in the world is not an option
but watching the news feels more like a daily downer.
It doesn’t inform but gives us another talk show we never asked for.
Imagine! A theater stage, lights dimmed, celebrity judges sitting in the front row, the audience behind them, all waiting for the first homeless person to appear.
We interrupt this poem to bring you reports
of an explosion
of wild untruths and other signs that the news
is broken.
“Man”
Wow! Speechless. Lost for words but full of emotions.
Guilt?
Concern?
It was so terribly cold. Snow was falling, and it was almost dark. Evening came on, the last evening of the year. In the cold and gloom a poor little girl, bareheaded and barefoot, was walking through the streets. Of course, when she had left her house she’d had slippers on, but what good had they been?
I visited Russia twice. The first time when it was still the USSR and ten years later, after the fall of the Berlin Wall and the collapse of the Soviet Union. From an early age on I had decided I would not like Russia or the Russian people. I didn’t need the COLD WAR or politics to tell me what to feel and what to believe. I had heard enough stories from German, Italian and Austrian soldiers when I grew up. So many had been prisoners of war in Russia during WWII, including my own father. The fact that all of them made a difference between Russia as a country, the Russian people, and their government was ignored by me on purpose. Isn’t it all the same?
Just in case you don’t know me. Let me introduce myself. I am Bridget, the scribbler of The Happy Quitter, and for sure the only blogger out there who asks people to unfollow my blog. Yep! I did that already a few times throughout the years, and this week I did it again.
A turquoise leather color purchased online two weeks ago is laying at a post office in Ukraine. I didn’t notice where I was ordering from until yesterday when I started wondering why it hadn’t arrived?
There is this little fable about a spider that starved because its web was too wide. It starved not because it wouldn’t have been able to reach the far end of its web but because it got confused by the sheer mass of incoming signals. It just couldn’t differentiate between important and unimportant anymore.