I think it's time to post a separate screenshot of The Post. Yes, it's from June. I don't know how it blew up or why.
I also realised from the notes only that my translation does not, in fact, encapsulate the essence of тяжко жити жалко вмерти which reflects the tragedy of human condition and instead I accidentally made it into a motivational quote. That is my fault as the translator but also people seem to find it extremely endearing so you know, whatever, new meanings born yadda yadda.

I made this follow up while sleep-deprived straight after the train and right before the plane debacle so I guess I hexed myself because I actually knew NOTHING about тяжко жити while typing this.

this is the equivalent of misstepping and twisting your ankle in transhumanism tbh. its not too hard to fix (to "good enough") and not gonna ruin my week but it is enough to get a handful of cursewords out of you. at least it happened right next to the car after doing stuff, instead of far from the car and mid-doing-things.

but that is an impostor syndrome mindset. "somebody has it worse, so i cant complain" WRONG, I GET TO COMPLAIN SO MUCH

FUCK FUCK FUCK SHIT ASSHOLE GARBAGE PIECE OF SHIT AAAAAAGHH

yelling its medicinal

when you lift something heavy or do some hard effort, you gotta grunt audibly, even if you could do it silently

its the same principle. when you twist your ankle you gotta FUCKSHITHELLAAAAAA a bit even if you could keep silent, its just Healthy (as long as you dont get lost into it)

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