I was just exploring GitHub filters, playing around with random search queries —something like pushed:<2020 language:python stars:>10000 — just looking for fun projects to get ideas from. And then I fell into something that didn’t make sense:a repo that only says “e.”Thousands of times. In every language. Act I — How it began: the strange […]
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🖕 Your Feed Is Trash. The internet is broken. It’s a job now, not a joy. Every click is a data point for some ghoul. Every page is a wall of ads. It’s a corporate hallway. I found the emergency exit. I’m out. I go back to the small, useless corners that still feel raw
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Lately, I’ve noticed something strange.Every time I sit in front of my laptop, ready to start work or write something, I somehow end up on YouTube. I tell myself I’ll just watch one video while I sip my coffee, but then an hour goes by and I’m deep into a random “day in the life”
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Here’s the thing nobody tells you about writing:you don’t start with words.You start with a feeling. That tiny buzz in your chest that says,“there’s something here.”That’s the seed — not a perfect plot, not a title, not a theme. Just that spark that refuses to shut up. The mistake most of us make?We try to
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There was a time when the internet felt alive.Not perfect. Not polished. Just alive. I still remember those days — Geocities, Angelfire, and all those strange, beautiful websites people made for themselves. Bright colors, moving gifs , music that started the second you opened the page.It was messy, personal, full of feeling. People didn’t make
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Dear Internet, We’ve known each other for a long time now.Long enough for you to know what I’ll click before I do.Long enough for me to forget what silence feels like. I don’t really come to you for noise — though you have plenty of that.I come to you when I want to feel something
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I don’t think we get bored anymore.Not really. Not the kind of boredom that hums in your chest like a low, empty note.The kind that makes you stare at cracks in the ceiling or count the number of times the fan wobbles as it spins. Now, the moment silence begins to stretch, we reach for
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