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The Compact Digicam Bubble
January the 8th, 2026 I am way past the age when it is acceptable to leech money off of one's parents, so I endevoured to sell some of my hoardings on the internet. Luckily, previously widespread technology, that not-too-long ago had their roles filled by more convenient ones and have therefore become obsolete; that were thrown away, dumped on sidewalks; whose survivors would be gladly given away for free by their clueless owners, if one were only to ask, have become popular again. CRT monitors, digicams, flip-phones. The "Y2K aesthetic" is very fashionable, and wannabe-scenester girls will pay astronomical prices for used compact digicams especially, of which I have piles. I have already profitted 1300 brazilian dollars from two of my shitty cameras and a cathode monitor I found on the side of the road.
Regarding the Y2K: do not, dear reader, mistake this trend for anything other than fashion. This is the make-believe with which people so shallow that the only things they care about is what's right in front of them use to cope with the grim reality of modern dysfuncitional technology. Very soon, big tech will start pushing out products that cater to this audience of disillusioned consumers, and anything that could ever one day amount to attitude will be gone in an instant.
Favourite Songs
November the 26th, 2025 The Velvet Underground - Venus in Furs (1967)
Nico - Chelsea Girls (1967)
The Doors - The End (1967)
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band - Smell of Incense (1967)
Harry Nilsson - Everybody's Talkin' (1968)
Led Zeppelin - Stairway to Heaven (1971)
David Bowie - Fame (1975), Station to Station (1976), Blackout (1977), Ashes to Ashes (1980)
The Boomtown Rats - Wind Chill Factor (Minus Zero) (1979)
Patti Smith - Dancing Barefoot (1979)
Germs - Manimal (1979)
Moss Icon - Kick the Can (198X)
Talking Heads - Crosseyed and Painless (1980)
Christian Death - Romeo's Distress (1982)
The Dream Syndicate - John Coltrane Stereo Blues (1984)
Cocteau Twins - Pandora (for Cindy) (1984)
Sonic Youth - Teen Age Riot (1988)
Big Black - Bad Penny (1987)
Morrissey - Suedehead (1988)
Alice Donut - Green Pea Soup (1988)
Slowdive - Slowdive (1990)
Jesus Lizard - Monkey Trick (1991)
Jawbreaker - Donatello (1992)
Polvo - Vibracobra (1992), Thermal Treasure (1993)
Swervedriver - Never Lose That Feeling (1992)
Stereolab - French Disko (1993), Cybele's Reverie (1996)
Pavement - Cut Your Hair (1994)
Sebadoh - Careful (1994)
Suede - Trash (1996)
At the Drive-In - One Armed Scissor (2000), Cosmonaut (2000)
Placebo - Special K (2001)
Yoeko Kurahashi - Kyou mo Ame (2007)
Mushrooms
November the 24th, 2025 The day before yesterday, me and Fay went to the pastures near my house to collect the mushrooms that grow from cow manure at this time of year. The right ones give off a strong smell, somewhat like wet feet, and turn black shortly after being plucked, which makes identification easy.
We mashed the mushrooms, about 170 grams of them, into a disgusting black paste, in which I mixed a few spoonfuls of green tea and the contents of three ginger teabags, in a vain attempt to mask the foul taste of the fungi.
After soaking the mixture in hot water for about half an hour, we ended up with a greyish-black liquid, oozing a stench which Fay described as 'satanic'. I could only drink two cups, nose pinched, before being assailed by a strong nausea feeling. Shortly thereafter, there was a great pressure coming from inside and outside of my body at the same time. Later, the pressure turned into euphoria, and that was the beginning. It only took about 10 minutes for the magic to reach my cortex.
I looked down, and the patterns on the blanket on which we were sitting began to move. I saw fish swimming on it, as if it was the surface of a creek. I felt like smoking, so I grabbed a lighter, and was so astonished by the beauty of the flame it produced, that I forgot to light my cigarette.
I looked at Fay; her face, dimly lit by a nearby lamp, shone red, green, and all of the colours in-between, like some alien makeup; and her eyes were vibrating wildly. I desperately wanted to tell her the things I was seeing, but I couldn't find the words. My thoughts were scrambled; my body couldn't keep up with my mind. I was mumbling incoherently. Fay wasn't quite there yet, and she was bewildered. At that point, she told me, it was like taking care of a mental patient.
Fay wanted us to leave the house, and I think about 20 minutes must've passed before I finally managed to unlock the front door.
I live in a two-storey house, and the keys were in my bedroom upstairs; we were in the backyard. We had to reach my room without making any noise, lest we disturb my parents' sleep, but everytime we'd set foot into the house, we'd have a laughing fit worse than anything I'd ever had with weed. I was afraid of going in there alone. Inside, it was pitch-black; the idea of turning on the lights didn't even cross my mind. We calmed ourselves down; I grabbed the lighter and began using it like a torch. At that moment, it seemed to me like I was walking through the gothic residence of a medieval noble. The house I was in didn't belong to me anymore, and leaving it was a great relief for both of us.
Now we were stumbling down the street in our pyjamas, giggling like maniacs. Fay was holding the glass jug containing the rest of the black decoction, which she had brought with her out of the house. The whole neighbourhood was shining brightly; the Christmas decorations looked like star clusters.
Even though it was late into the night, we kept bumping into people and patrolling police cars, all the while carrying the suspicious black liquid. I'm sure all of the people who saw us that night realized instantly we were carrying some sort of mind-altering drug on that jug.
Fay could hardly form a coherent sentence by the time we reached the house, while I was already sober. What an incredible metabolism.
Overall, this trip was less introspective, and more visual in nature. I think I was consciously avoiding having introspective thoughts that evening.
I've done mushrooms about 3 times in my life, increasing the dose each time, and although this was by far the most altered I've ever been, it was still a somewhat underwhelming experience. Where are the revelations, the kaleidoscopic patterns, the otherwordly beings? Wild mushrooms are much less potent than cultivated ones, so before I am able trip greatly, there are two challenges that need to be overcome; the first one being finding the mushrooms in large clusters, which only happens after three or more consecutive rainy days, then being able to push all of that psylocibin into my system without feeling sick afterwards. The tea we made was so concentrated that we couldn't finish it. In retrospect, we should've divided the paste in half and made two batches, and fasted that day.
Tooth Amulet
November the 14th, 2025 Monday I had two of my wisdom teeth removed. I thought that it was a pretty incredible thing, that thorough most of my life they've been part of the whole that is my body, and then they weren't.
I wanted my Fay to have one of my teeth, and I had the idea of turning it into a good-luck charm by drilling a hole into it.
It's a little rough: the drillhead I used was a little too big, and the teeth hangs upside down by the chain. The end product could've been nicer had I spend more time and thought into it, but if I sit on any idea for too long, I'll forget about it. I have another teeth, and I'll have two more by next week, so maybe I'll make another, nicer one.
