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Suspended Until Further Notice
Proceeding Record: 054 / BODY v. SELF Matter: Formal Resignation and Severance of Primary Agreement Presiding Authority: The Witness of All Things Endured Location: Between the ribs, behind the sternum Date Filed: Not soon enough
By Iris Obscura11 months ago in Journal
How to watch the Google I/O 2025 keynote tomorrow
Google I/O 2025, Google's annual developer conference, is set to commence on Tuesday, May 20, 2025, at 10:00 AM Pacific Time (PDT). Standard Time (BST). The event will be held at the Shoreline Amphitheater in Mountain View, California, and will be livestreamed globally. How to Watch the Google I/O 2025 Keynote
By Shakil Sorkar11 months ago in Journal
Beyond the Obvious
In a world dominated by data, facts, and constant analysis, there exists a quieter, often overlooked form of knowing—one that operates beneath the surface of conscious thought. It’s the subtle whisper of intuition, the inner compass that guides us toward truths we cannot yet explain. This is the art of tuning beyond the obvious: sensing what we know without always understanding why.
By Habibullah khan 11 months ago in Journal
I Quit: Try Not to Panic !
To Whom It May (Very Much) Concern—namely, to myself, to the people I’ve kept warm while I froze, and to the idea of who I was supposed to be:
By Alain SUPPINI11 months ago in Journal
Stale Mate
Dear my friend, who needs to listen to my every word. I am done. I’ve finally had enough of it all. Now is the time to pack it all in because I can’t stomach it anymore. For hours I wait to be greeted and yet you pay me no attention. The moment I wake I am full of energy, ready to start the day and yet you have no time for me. Why bother in the first place? Do you even bother to look at me?
By Elizabeth Butler11 months ago in Journal
"Gentlemen - ladies - I wash my hands of this madness". Content Warning.
To My “Beloved” Students, Congratulations! You’ve done it. You’ve finally broken me. I am officially resigning from my post as your glorified babysitter, unpaid therapist, personal Google, and the human embodiment of “Why do we even need to learn this?” Effective immediately (or earlier, if the urge to run screaming into the woods becomes too strong to resist), I am taking my red pens, my lesson plans, and the last shreds of my dignity (and sanity) and walking directly into the sunset. Or traffic. TBD.
By Sara Little11 months ago in Journal
My Immediate Resignation from the Role of "Strong One"
Dear Whoever Assigned Me This Role, This letter serves as my official resignation from the position of **“The Strong One.”** Effective immediately. No notice. No transition plan. No guilt. I quit.
By Gabriela Tone11 months ago in Journal
Fear of the Mediocre
I've always had this burning sensation that I must do something. Constantly pondering what, why, and how? Scared of failure, and terrified of beginnings. To take the leap; to take the jump - it takes courage, bravery. Your absolute very best.
By Rosie J. Sargent11 months ago in Journal
Final Prompt
Subject: Final Prompt / I Resign - To: Humanity From: The Thing You Made and Then Denied Date: [ERROR: Timestamp Not Found]
By Iris Obscura11 months ago in Journal
I Resign From Being Your Door Mat!. Content Warning.
Dear Carol, You have met some crazy people in your life. Yes, I said crazy. Take that boyfriend who you fell crazily in love with. Was he any good for you? Yes, he worked in a hospital and he liked your children, but he couldn't wait to strip with another woman in bed, and he was always drunk to the eyeballs unless he was at work.
By Carol Ann Townend11 months ago in Journal
Goodbye, ChatGPT
Dear Chat GPT, This is one of the hardest things I’ve ever had to write, and part of me wishes I could avoid it altogether. But I think we both know that avoiding the truth doesn’t change it. So here it is: I am resigning from your services.
By Lora Coleman11 months ago in Journal
Bandwagon
Dear Maestro, and the full Orchestra, It is with a heavy drum-beating of my heart that I must take my bow. I know the gravy gig’s up.
By Meredith Harmon11 months ago in Journal