The Joanna Club

 Joy, its the moment of small joy, like having a conversation with a boy wearing glasses. He seems to understand my language, and chuckles when I tell a joke.  "See, do you know what AI could never become?"  He pauses for a second.  " A food fighter." I say.   "So, if you are afraid that AI is going to replace you, you've got to plan things ahead of time and become a food fighter. " I tell him, like its an important message with a serious face.  He chuckles listening to my non-sense. He seems happy to see me, I can feel his tails wiggling, and so does mine. That's all there is to life don't you think?   "Happy to see you."   To meet you, to know you, to have a conversation with you, and share a small moment of life. I notice that warmth comes out of me naturally, the particles run through my body for him to catch it. "Joy, joy, joy... I hope you feel it."   And then I get a text from another man, I can feel his joy as well...

I'm talking to a few men on the phone regularly, just for the sake of it. I imagine that I own a telephone club, telling stories to total strangers. And plus, everything is for free. I get to play the fantasy girl—ageless, whatever their type of girl is, funny but not vulgar, innocent but not tedious. A customized radio, solely for the you whom I do not know. I am thinking of buying a mug with Candace Owens on it. The left calls her crazy, but what is crazy is the world, not her. I feel like she's just trying to process what's in front of her while making a couple of mistakes. But the media seems to be full of shit, no longer even embarrassed to lie, so why leave it up to the individual to tell the truth? We are all cowards, not able to face reality. I am going to wear a Tim Walz T-shirt (yes, I do have one) and drink a cup of tea from a mug with a picture of Candace Owens. See here, I am a walking contradiction, wearing everything I've found on this planet earth—a s...

I woke up in the morning, it's time for work. New Year's was not bad. I got to spend some time with my family, travel and see the world. All the noise I hear every day from YouTube felt smaller when compared to the reality that I am facing. "Walking"—that's it. That's the ultimate purpose of life. Everything else is mere supplement to the wonderful walking you can experience in a lifetime. Even literature? Of course, even literature. I think the dogs would agree. "Literature? What's so fun about that compared to sniffing around and knowing the world?" (Bow) "I have no idea." (Wow) However, my short stay in the city, which started off so perfectly, with me walking around a nothing-nothing town, feeling and feeling, finding nothing and buying nothing, just as I intended, ended up quite torturous. I forgot my sleeping pills, and the city hotel where I longed to stay for quite a while became a hellish place for me. Locked up in a bland sma...