a skipped day

I understand you now. I understand why so long ago you wanted nothing to do with those birthdays, those so-called privileged days to do whatever you want without judgment or retribution.

but we already have those.

We already have the capacity to eat whatever cake we want - and we can bake it with whatever ingredients we want, too.

We can buy and 3D print for very little money any simple object to use for whatever purpose the AI recommends.

We are now gods without birthdays. We still have death days, and because of endless party food celebrations, we will continue to at least respect the sanctity of death and all it entails by fattening up first.

Gawd is this birthday particularly lonely... The only thing I can muster is weakly scan for cheap businesses to extract freebies from (and my personal info to be given up in exchange, of course) and opening up yet another type of ice cream: Moose Tracks, my favourite, but so, so unhealthy.

I leave you with a picture of something nebulous that I cooked earlier this summer: