#i am feeling a way tonight and i will make a stimboard the way i want

[sillyboystimms]

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Retro fast food stimboard

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[butyouvealwaysbeenthecaretaker]

AI must be advanced enough now to just like, create stimboards. Right? I'm curling up to go to sleep, and what I want is this haunted generation feeling - specifically, the Children of the Hum from Hookland (@HooklandGuide on twitter) - but really just, rolling images, rolling content, rolling sounds, but somewhat disjointed and disorienting and then I'll go to sleep. I feel like this is a task that AI is uniquely perfect for. I just want images of eerie pylons in the English countryside and the sound of cuckoos and distant, unsettling singing from the stones and a comforting patrician voice over explaining how water quality is measured by the local council, and I want it to be 1976, and then I will sleep.

(Is the desire for the presence of Content an Internet addiction problem, or an adhd management technique? I'm unsure. We just drove out into the night, and sat in the darkness to see the stars and listen to the wind battering the car doors. When I say, I want it to be 1976, I'm not sure exactly what I mean by that; the absence of the internet, and the ability of children (and by extension, me) to wander around the countryside with a sense of ownership, rather than it all being blocked off and hemmed in, both seem to be a part of it; possibly also the clearer promise of a future that existed in the 70s, though that may just be retroactive as a person living now who can see what happened in-between. I suppose it's the vague sense of concepts like, strong unions, a social safety net, jobs for life which feel very cosy from where I am now; and also the proximity to the truly pastoral. A lot of this media shows outsiders going into a rural environment where the past has survived, so there's a sense that in the 70s they were aware that something was being lost, that there was a tension between the past and modernity; but now, it is very much gone. Mark Fisher writes about the slow death of the future, but we have almost as serious a problem about the loss of the past - a profound sense of unmooring from anything. Something something capitalism probably. Like, the logic of the free market pushing us further towards being atomised, rational, free agents/human resources, pushing us away from lines of heritage, tradition, localism, stability, permanence and so forth. When those things were dominant, it was bad, because they're all flawed in one way or another; but the total loss of them makes one feel incredibly disoriented. Quite literally, one has no orientation in life. Where you live, what you do and who with is all likely to change frequently and without warning; a state of affairs which is liable to make one nostalgic for a little village which no one ever leaves, and everyone knows everyone, and you do the job your fathers did. Even though I grew up somewhere like that - and hated it. But the fantasy remains. And I would like to go to sleep under the comforting hum of an electricity pylon tonight, and wake up among the cuckoo flowers and watch the hawks in the morning.)