Anyone can get rich sucking the teets of government contracts to build more weapons of war and surveillance. Very few people understand how terrible of a curse consumer products are and decide to build them anyways.

When I stopped trying to kill myself, the hardest thing I wasn’t prepared for was building up the trust that I wouldn’t do it again.

We’ve created a tool for anyone to manipulate and generate anything to fit our desires, so we will never truly have to face them.

“The pressure for companies to make money is reconfigured into the pressure to give data, to purchase, to consume content, to filter our face to attain beauty standards, to swipe continuously through engagement bait. Our desires are repackaged and sold to us in a digital candy wrapper, even more amplified, intense, and accessible than any way of doing things in the past was. The software we have is human nature, digitized, maximized, and monetized to the tits.”

How I almost left the tech industry, but came back to make our homes more resilient to natural disasters with software.

Innovation is supposed to be confusing, not intuitive or like those before. If it is just a version of a version, it’s just iteration, innovation’s less cool cousin. Iteration is vital, and we stand on the shoulders of giants. But, sometimes standing on too many things without truly changing enough to be your own without them is just repackaging.

I haveve been thinking about this while thinking about my purpose, my meaning, my reason to pretend to integrate into the world like the rest of us do. I’ve returned with nothing but the realization that our lives are just different reflections, different rooms, different streets on the same land.

Although my autism diagnosis has made a lot of things make sense, it’s also forever tangled me in a perception thrown on me by others, one that’s impossible to unravel myself.

I thought maybe, if I became someone important, all of the abandonment and pain would turn into fuel. That through success, I would achieve salvation from the price of what it cost: from who it turned me into.

This is the "becoming" that everyone loves to reminiscence on but never relive. You sharpen, you go from dumb fuck to business leader, you learn and you push yourself and learn until you think nothing else will fit in your brain. And then you try to learn more.

The atrocities in our world are programmed by people with names and addresses who make enough money to offset moral objections. Don’t fool yourself into thinking you’re not surrounded by those people, or that you couldn’t be one of them.

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