In the end, nothing lasts.
Nothing is forever.
Nothing and no-one can be saved—no matter how wonderful; no matter how happy; no matter how important; no matter how significant.
Everything disappears into the vastness of history.
Sure, I get it. But I can’t grasp it. It’s beyond comprehending. I don’t think I’ll manage to comprehend it before I, too, disappear into the vastness of history.
It’s like the infinite—too formidable a concept for the human mind to manage it.
§ 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.)