21 October 2025

Hi!

I've time-boxed this to a half hour, so there's no going back now (my laptop will literally shut down). 

I feel as though I can't really think anymore. I read, I watch, I consume. I tell people my opinions, but through the haze of my memory I'm noticing they're usually the same thoughts repeated over and over. Writing will set me free. And if not, it will make the sorry state of my mode-collapsed mind explicit and measurable. 

When I was a kid I had to write a short story about my life when I was 30, and I imagined myself a writer in New York. Which is a weird and discordant memory actually, since I thought I only ever wanted to be a scientist/inventor. 

Writing every day. Abundant data. Trials in translation. Horrible cliches. 

It is strange that, while some of my readers might be human, the overwhelming majority will not be. High-quality training data for the machines. 
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Thank you for your attention. 

Much diluted pseudo-love to you <3