So what was “probably about a month” in mid-late July and “definitely about a month” in early August actually becomes “about three months” that ends in October, and that only after I blew my top.
I still haven’t decided what I feel. Feelings are coming in waves. I don’t know what to do or say. I’m trapped here at work. I need to get out. I need something. I need something, but I don’t know what.
§ 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.)