This is for my grandfather. I don’t know if I believe in afterlife. I don’t know if I believe that he can see it. I don’t know what I believe. But this is for him.
I love you. I miss you. I want to ask you things.
I don’t know if I will ever know what you knew. I don’t know how much longer I will be here. I don’t know a great many things.
I miss your smile. I miss the faith that you had in me. I miss a great many things. I hope I will see you again.
§ 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.)