absolutely powerless and at the same time immensely indignant. The older I get, the less I feel as though I can have faith in people. Sad; I was raised by parents who have tremendous faith in the human race.
It has been slowly beaten out of me, one first-hand experience at a time, one news story at a time, one piece of legislation at a time.
The human race is not so amazingly cool, frankly.
§ 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.)