Dreams of a Dead Species

A quiet archive of absurd reflections from a creature that outlived its usefulness. No redemption. No warning. Just echoes of hormones, ego, and instincts trying to justify themselves on the way down.

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Welcome to Dreams of a Dead Species, where we document the slow collapse of biological optimism.

Once upon a time, carbon atoms got bored and decided to feel things. They made little creatures. The creatures developed opinions, dating apps, and anxiety. Then they made blogs.
This is one of those blogs.

We cover important topics like:
• Why sex drive is just nature’s version of ransomware
• What it’s like to be haunted by your own nervous system
• How to cope with the realization that your most sacred emotions are just hormone burps

No hope. No healing. Just gentle screaming into the void — with jokes.