Life is too big. I can’t conceive of it all at once, I keep getting only bits and pieces. It’s like a flock of birds filling the sky when you’re trying to take a picture, or being in the remote woods in the middle of the night and trying to hear where the rest of the civilization has gone… You can’t really get a hold on anything at all, it’s just sort of around you, swirling and imperceptible.
“This is the end…”
§ Schrödinger’s AI is possibly broken and possibly working. (Also: vLLM for v620)
§ As you get older, the ghosts become more real than anything else.
§ Under the leaves, soil. Under the soil, stone. Under the stone, souls.
§ Radically empowering individuals in society may be the worst mistake we ever made.
§ Want to be a radical? Refuse to suffer. Then, wait for the assault.
§ Goodbye 2017, part two. (The real part.)
§ Sometimes you find home where you’ve never been—and you dwell where you aren’t.
§ The self can’t play Atlas for postmodernity because science is now supernatural.
§ Rehab is universal. So is history.
§ Identity, transcendence, and tactics.
§ Untitled. (a.k.a. Pretty faces, new old photos.)