Who is the artist?

Duh, vibrating pipes and other sources of infrasound are more likely to occur in haunted locations

The birds in front of my offgrid home’s door say your ai assistant can go off itself, they will provide me with all the necessary info while using fewer resources.

Yes to all those. It helped me immensely to understand that I am wired different. But lately I have come to believe it’s dangerous to find these common traits in the context of a mental illness diagnosis. Neurodiverse? Hell yeah. Suffering from ‘Can’t work an 8 hour job’ disorder? No thanks. It’s not a disorder, it’s my body and mind protesting against bad conditions. We don’t have to set up society in such a way that a significant percentage of the population cannot keep up with life tasks. I demand change not as charitable accommodation for a problem I have.

My issue here is not the grouping of people under certain traits, but calling these traits a ‘syndrome’ or ‘disorder’ because a person with these traits is less valuable as human resource within the capitalist work logic. I’m not disordered, the system is.

I also feel that making me self-diagnose with a disorder would be very useful for keeping me small and powerless. If the specific way my mind works doesn’t please late stage capitalism, late stage capitalism and its ‘helpful’ disgnoses can fuck right off while I go take a nap as nature intended.

This one with shoelaces, there’s also in smooth leather and without shoelaces, all similar shape like these.

Portuguese shoes for farmers. Sold on the local market, cheap, solid - or overpriced and rebranded in stores all over Europe. You get them in several levels of fancy, starts at 25€ a pair.

The plans are only well thought out if they correspond with your adhd personality. My plans start after 10am and 32 cups of coffee and rarely fail.

I was half convinced lefties online are gradually being made to suffer a shittier online experience by big tech. This kinda confirms it.

I’ve stopped buying at Amazon a good while ago, I find most of what I need in smaller European web stores, I’ll buy computer, household, garden and farm stuff mostly. Also, small local shops around here will order stuff they don’t have in stock.

IoT and Smart Everything. Enjoy.

Yucca roots like crazy, just place in soil and occasionally water and you should be fine.

Perfectly safe, trust me. As long as you don’t use a voodoo doll of yourself.

Voodoo doll - safe penetration points for beginners

Mind blown. Are those … seeds? Sprouting? Out of my head???

I thought this was all about fun and bolognese. Little did I know.

Okay then, where would you place the different scenes you know on the craziness spectrum for girls? As a crazy girl myself I can offer horses, drone racing and foraging (hm not sure that’s a scene).

“Girls with strong interests and impressive skills are crazy” <- Maybe let’s get over this feeling?

You’re right, I was wrong, I didn’t look well at the leaves at the top of the plant. They look a bit like wormwood leaves, but I will refrain from further guesses.

No, with certainty not parsley. Probably chickweed (Stellaria media), photo and specimen are a bit difficult to work with.

• Gardening. I’ve had no gardening land until yesterday so I have filled my terrace with pots and bags of soil. Very proud of my (admittedly shitty) beans and tomatoes. I’ve made raised beds out of rubble in my backyard. A friend has offered me to use some of her land, so that will be next to plant.

• Cat. I was really awfully depressed so I adopted a sickly kitten to have someone else to care for. It helps. The cat doesn’t give a shit about world politics. It’s now growing more healthy and becoming too powerful for my furniture. When I wallow in bad moods it will let me know without delay. It’s currently sitting on my lap making sure I don’t get too much screen time.

• Community. The local community is poor, rural and divided into (very conservative) locals and foreigners (who come here to live in more natural settings than where they come from). Since I’ve turn woefully old I feel like I am now the adult in the room, so I try to work on bringing people together, and a few others are doing the same. That’s how we fight the fascists and xenophobes who seem to be everywhere these days. There was a small group of at least four different nationalities banging pots for Gaza in our tiny town yesterday. When it feels that there is not enough community I will come up with some way to create it through common activities. Two or three people meeting and doing something together is a success!

• Bread. I bake sourdough bread because the local bread sucks. Some people buy it from me and enjoy it very much, and that makes me happy.

That said I am often nearly succumbing to all the doom out there. There have been days in the last few months when I was really not wanting to live anymore. I then return to one of the points above and carry on, and the doom passes. I’ll keep doing that, sometimes out of spite, till I’m booted out of this place or this life.

All of the points I wrote down connect with caring for human and non-human life (even the sourdough is a friend!). One more point I should add is ceremony/prayer, which sounds stupid to the average anarchist/atheist, but it has become important to me and connects me to ancestors and landscape. The land is alive and my work is to participate in caring for the land and its inhabitants - a lot of that philosophy is borrowed from native and indigenous people. I’m not caring for others because some god tells me to, but because being a good neighbor to people, plants and animals makes everyone involved more happy.

All I do is purposefully small. No big ambitions that would eat me (been there, done that). Just my tiny self doing my best. Plans and ideas don’t have to be - shouldn’t be - big and sparkling.