wanna timetravel to real late night nostr hours for a moment? an essay can be written here, riffing off We Are Not Amused and the recent Olivia Nuzzi interview about our society and the flooding of sensation as in, movie theaters with speakers so loud they rumble your popcorn when the score crescendos like n64 rumble packs cranked up to eleven like how sex toys are not flimsy funny gag jokes from spencers for bachelorette parties like they were at the turn of the millennium, kinda crass, a little funny, a little sad, they are industrial strength now, pretty sure you can find them at the hardware store soon your mom's old cheap back massager doesnt hit need something like a jackhammer going at concrete need to get tennis elbow off this didnt you know? i take a carpenter's wood sander to myself to feel anything at all ground my clitoris to dust ages ago that is what this is sensation so loud, spectacle so loud, so body traumatic, as to be utterly dissociative all just too much View quoted note →