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startap3stry.bsky.social
Samsyn ♾️ Apses
@startap3stry.bsky.social
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Youth crisis worker. AuDHD autodidact. Music educator. Prospective author. Dynamically disabled trans man. Future therapist.

The three most intelligent words I’ll ever say are “I don’t know…”
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Writing the ALT text for this image was cathartic for me as an autistic person who struggles to understand social interactions. It was almost like writing poetry.

This image shows one representation of what someone having a stroke can experience visually.

I feel like this around people.
A room with uneven dimensions is filled with objects that are uncannily familiar to the viewer in their textures, shapes, and their relationships to other objects. And yet not a single one of them is identifiable, so the viewer cannot understand their utility or make sense of what those relationships mean. It gives an unsettling feeling that becomes more intense the longer the viewer tries to understand what they are seeing. The need for coherence becomes increasingly grating until the viewer decides they must give up, and stops trying to make sense of the visual chaos that has been shaped into meaningless order. There is no cognitive sense of resolution for the viewer, as no single possibility was allowed to collapse into coherence. There is only liminality in the sense that their extended hand would have been left extended indefinitely, unable to grasp the certainty of meaning, or to be grasped by it in return.
December 10, 2025 at 5:46 AM
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Dear algorithm, send me more beagles!
A red-haired beagle looks sideways at the camera with a face that says, “Why haven’t you fed me yet?” A red-haired beagle stares plaintively up from a lounging position. In her eyes lives the age-old question: “When is the last time I had some chicken nuggets?” A red-haired beagle looks dolefully up at the camera while resting her chin against a recliner chair arm. She stares into the distance, dreaming of her next meal. Hopefully it’s steak.
January 29, 2025 at 7:16 PM
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What if we chose to love unreasonably?

What if we chose not to diminish love by hoarding it and gatekeeping it as though it is scarce and fragile, and available only to those who have “earned” it?

Love is our only infinite resource.

What if we gave it the freedom we hope to gain from it?
Image reads: I wonder if this world is so filled with hatred because we consider love to be reasonable. If love is reasonable, then there are reasons to love and reasons to hate. Our choice to act in love or in hate is then determined by the reasons that are most prominent in our lives at the time. But what if there didn’t need to be a determining factor for love, or an explanation, or an excuse, or an admission fee, or an obligation? What if we chose it not “because of” or “in spite of” anything? What if we chose to love unreasonably?
December 1, 2024 at 8:14 PM