there's pretentious art people, and there is the group standing outside smoking after a performance trying to talk about the performance and failing because "wait, how do you call that instrument. you know, the...thing?" - "ugh...i know they exist and have name. but i don't know the name" - "...a small accordion?" - "no it's its own thing" - "yeah i know but maybe google that?" - "those results are all ai generated" - "i studied at a conservatory, i should really know this" - "oh! it's a concertina!" - "ah!" - "yeah that's the word!" - "oh that's a nice reed instrument infographic you found there! we should print that out" - "anyway how did you like the concertina performance?" - "it gave me tinnitus"
✨ your average millenial disaster girlthing✨ ostblockkrähe ✨ trash queen, trash witch, trash artist ✨ horrible at flirting, just try me ✨ queer as in criminal record, trans as in anarchist ✨ posts get deleted after a while because *gestures around at techbros, exasperated* this is my professional *and* private account, it contains my art and my tits (not considered art by the bioart establishment) on fedi since 2012, so i might be using this wrong in 2026
