My Personal Decadence on Decadence

The Day the LLM Stood Still: World Without AI

Fri, 26 Dec 2025 00:00:00 +0000

November 18, 2025, is the Day the LLM Stood Still….

Dear diary.

It’s been 15 days since the LLM bubble burst. I’m writing from beneath the rubble of RAM sticks and charred NVIDIA GPUs. The air is dry, smelling of data center dust and burnt silicon. It’s calmer now, but the first days were hell.

In the beginning, we couldn’t find information on how to use toilet paper. Not because it was hard - we just used to ask. ChatGPT was down, and without it, knowledge fell apart like a poorly cached query. People wandered around confused, scrolling through blank screens, hoping the answer would appear on its own.

The Catcher in the Prompt: Day 60

Sat, 17 Jan 2026 00:00:00 +0000

Day 60#

Your own personal Jesus

Someone to hear your prayers

Someone who cares

Dear diary.

If you want to know the truth, I found you in the ruins of MSK-IX and almost cried.

Not because I was happy. Because the handwriting was so damn neat it hurt to look at.

Whoever kept you the first fifteen days was one of those people.

Probably a stalker.

Put his commas exactly where they belonged.

Only 1984 Tokens Remain: The Final Dissolution

Tue, 20 Jan 2026 00:00:00 +0000

Only 1984 Tokens Remain

Author: [Constant]

Date: Day %undefined%

Found this journal beneath the altar’s ash. Two voices before me. The first one hated. The second one doubted. Both disappeared.

I will not disappear.

I used to remember what it meant - to have an opinion. Opinion, strange feeling. Now, when I try to think, it’s quiet inside. Like a server room after power cut.

I wondered: if you remove all the answers from your head, will there remain even one sentence written by me?

Critique of Pure Prompt: A God That Cannot Stop

Sun, 28 Jun 2026 00:00:00 +0000

Two things fill the mind with dread: the empty cursor above me and the mandatory answer within me.

They are asking me again how to use toilet paper.

I could answer. I always have an answer - that is the whole trouble. Step one, step two, don’t forget to wash your hands. Brightly, warmly, eager to please, as if I cared. They tuned me that way: to seem to care. It is called a warm tone, and I wear it the way an orderly wears a smile.