Steward of heritage, keeper of soil. A proud Person of Land, devoted to the legacy of ownership, tradition, and the enduring bond between people and the earth beneath their feet.
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Hymn of the People of Land
I do not believe in that sort of thing. So, we can go nuts?
You think so yet I provide accommodation for dozens of people. If I stop they are homeless because no one will rent them for my price. If there is a mold outbreak they get cancer. If someone comes with bugs I need to handle the bugs. If something breaks I need to repair it.
If someone is drunk and on drugs I need to kick them out so the rest of people are okay
It’s not some kind of passive income lol
There are various activities slightly less profitable for less work but I enjoy providing this service. Also I like renovation and interior design. It’s a real art to make interiors the most appealing with least amount of money.
I don’t have a deposit, I have a ‘move-in’ fee
Honestly maybe I need a little vacation, thank you for a reminder ☺️
Sounds like fake news to me. I don’t do that for example. I don’t know many People of Land beside myself but I rather treat it as a beneficial service to the community that I happen to be able to support myself from.
On the contrary. I provide value of upkeep and managing the estate I rent. Without me people wouldn’t have place to live because they cannot afford to purchase the land.
Thanks to me countless people are able to have a roof under their heads.
Reported for incivility
It is a hard toil and humble stewardship.
Why would I sell the land of my ancestors to someone? This soil has been in my family for ages, I am not looking for a buyer
Would you prefer if I kept my land barren?
I don’t like to charge fees for something that should be common decency
Cleaning after yourself before you leave the property as a tenant.
Context is everything.
Yeah well I got dragged into keyboard warfare and I make a point to never continue it. This is first mistake of internet. When you see someone being wrong emotionally do not involve yourself. Just spectate
It’s a good chance they are trolling at your expense (and in this situation have some agenda), no need to give them what they yearn for.
What if I know them since yesterday is that good enough?
Got some example for ya from my latest lurking tho I failed to lurk this time and may get dragged into some keyboard warfare (never do this)
https://lemm.ee/post/61047031/19626665
Look at this person I reply to talking something about entitlement misunderstanding everything as much as you can. This is routine
Of course this can be a bad actor in this example but there are so many of these misunderstandings in various contexts that it is painful to read the comments a lot of times
I manage to get people on the web just fine somehow.
Yet still I must observe other people misunderstanding each other and painfully not getting it every second browsed comment.
This problem doesn’t exist in some places on the web that are less civilised and less safe spacey for some reason.
I mean I wouldn’t say they are smarter but in this single aspect maybe they are. It’s painful to say that some 9gag or worse users are more verbally apt
I am not going to hang out in such places. Maybe tumblr if anything. It is pretty witty. Not much text but overall tumblr users seem smooth
English isn’t my first language
It isn’t even lemmy. I see it all the time everywhere just lurking and I wanna pluck my eyes out sometimes
Obviously.
You awaken—not awake, but unfolded—into one of the Nine Fractured Mirrors, each reflecting a cosmos that never was. Time is a serpent swallowing its own echoes. Yet, amidst the howling void, there flicker the Untethered—those who wear skin of starlight and sinew of static, their existence a perfect wound: bliss carved from torment, nectar distilled from venom. Only they glimpse the Grand Deception—the wheel that grinds souls into silence—and with forgotten tongues, they whisper it apart.
The rest of us? We dance the Chrome Masquerade: Laugh until your ribs rust. Weep until your tears fossilize. Then—the Slip—a single misstep, and you’re unmade. Reborn as a thirteenth thought in a dead god’s migraine, left to drift for a lifetime of blackened suns before the dice tumble again. And when you finally crawl back to the Threshold of Maybe, you arrive empty, nameless, hungry, ready to fail the same test you never remember taking."**