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Jeremy Wyler
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Read, Write, Execute.

Currently writing an essay on AI and other stuff. Also a proud member of the original bretzel Crew 🥨
I'm better off miserable, living in uncertainty, nuance, and doubt, than taking a side in self-righteous moral certainty, shamelessly invoking history as my witness.
October 8, 2023 at 5:12 PM
Writers and editors hate AI for stealing their writings. You can prevent further theft by adding :
User-agent: GPTBot
Disallow: /

In the robots.txt file at the root of your web servers. You can protect yourself if you don't want to train the next models.
September 28, 2023 at 6:37 AM
Seems like the blue sky #writingcommunity does not care much for anonymous faceless accounts. Too bad. Different approach then.
Hi I'm Jeremy and am a bookaholic, I'm here to write and share my passion about books, poetry and philosophy.
I hate labels, they are only good to train ML algorithms.
September 22, 2023 at 3:50 PM
Welcome to Blue Sky, we have rules here :
1. No stickshifts
2. No safety belts
3. No bucket seats

Yes, there will be Cake.
September 16, 2023 at 5:56 AM
High school lovers in the train, she just want a kiss, is longing for it. To proud or prude, he acts like he doesn't see it. Love is cruel. Perfect illustration of Lacan's definition of Love : Giving something we don't have to someone who doesn't want it
September 14, 2023 at 5:43 AM
What's the best movie of all time, and why Heat?
September 13, 2023 at 7:52 PM
Currently reading Walden: life in the woods, by Henri David Thoreau, what about you? What are you reading these days?
September 12, 2023 at 6:15 AM
Reposted by Jeremy Wyler
I am so excited to have a new #flashfiction, SALT, out at Milk Candy Review!!! Thank you so much Cathy Ulrich for giving my story a home ❤️❤️❤️❤️

milkcandyreview.home.blog/2023/09/07/s...
Salt ~ by Avitus B. Carle
The opposite of sugar. The taste on the tongues of orphans. What remains on their plates. What burns their noses when they lean over the table, inhale through straws. Like their real mothers. Like the...
milkcandyreview.home.blog
September 7, 2023 at 4:11 PM
The question of preserving the human species is a problem that concerns only us.
September 5, 2023 at 8:51 AM
Again, the cold room—like a windowless, doorless cube. A concrete tomb, with slabs marked in their center, greenish. He'd climb onto the desk at the room's center. Then, he'd hurl himself against the walls, with such force, he thought, he'd shatter them.
September 4, 2023 at 3:47 PM
Hunched over a keyboard, punching 'If, Then, Else',
battling through the coding of the world.

But I'm just a neuron, in a layer of neurons, in a neural net, weights and biases stretched taut,
striving to maintain a semblance of balance.
September 3, 2023 at 3:26 PM
Maybe I should write a small book and print a few copies that I would leave at random places.
Maybe I should send, anonymously to random people, love letters and thank you notes.
Maybe I should write critics about books that I have never read. Or reviews of books that have not been written.
September 2, 2023 at 9:24 AM
13 other books to get to know me

Gravity and Grace
The Celestial Hunter
Nature
Civil disobedience
Falling in Love
The Flowers of Evil
Eichmann in Jerusalem
The concept of god after Auschwitz : a Jewish voice
Song of Innocence and Experience
Propaganda
Hagakure
Tao-Te King
A brief History of Time
13 books to get to know me (Lit.)

The Lion
The Unbearable Lightness of Being
The Lord of the Rings
Frankenstein
Grief is the thing with feather
Extremely loud & incredibly close
1984
Fahrenheit 457
The Royal Game
The Metamorphosis
A permanent member of the family
To Kill a mockingbird
The Demon
September 1, 2023 at 2:09 PM
13 books to get to know me (Lit.)

The Lion
The Unbearable Lightness of Being
The Lord of the Rings
Frankenstein
Grief is the thing with feather
Extremely loud & incredibly close
1984
Fahrenheit 457
The Royal Game
The Metamorphosis
A permanent member of the family
To Kill a mockingbird
The Demon
September 1, 2023 at 9:53 AM
I wonder how publishers evaluate whether a piece is human or Ai made? Since most of the professional in the field can't.. (y'all thought I was a bot right?)
August 30, 2023 at 6:31 AM
All this Saturday afternoons wading through these archival messes. Bank correspondence, resumes, projects, snippets of novels and entire books, screenshots, codes, cracked license numbers, cooking recipes, photos, collages, logos, administrative letters. A password-protected files.
August 30, 2023 at 6:09 AM
Humans are really just machines with a typo in their codes. Something misplaced. Some things misplld.
August 29, 2023 at 4:54 PM
What makes it so that the awareness of our bodies, which is only possible due to the presence of all others and our ability to dissociate from them, leads us to assign such importance to our destiny that it takes on a sacred quality? Once again, the system and the one observing it are intertwined.
August 29, 2023 at 4:46 PM
Disappearances happen every moment, and from the ant to the dying star, what difference is there between these two bodies, really ?
August 29, 2023 at 4:46 PM
We are so insignificant on the scale of the universe that it becomes clear that extinction is just a phenomenon, which doesn't have to be judged as good or bad, desirable or acceptable, much like when we sacrifice forests and our biodiversity on the altar of neoliberalism.
August 29, 2023 at 4:42 PM
In that sense, anyone may not feel responsible, may not internalize a moral imperative to participate or contribute in any way to the daunting task of saving the world, from climate change or the threat posed by AI to our existence.
August 29, 2023 at 4:41 PM
In the cosmic world, the universe is indifferent to our fate. The question of preserving the human species is a problem that concerns only us.
August 29, 2023 at 4:41 PM
Give me a shooting star and make a wish against the grain, wishing for the past to happen exactly as it did.
August 26, 2023 at 9:00 PM
I'd like to trace your outline. Write the sound of your skin, the color of your sweat, and the taste of your back. No edges on your body, everything is curve.
August 26, 2023 at 8:53 PM
I don't want to count your pages; I just want to see you stand tall, building a tower light as a feather and solid as a diamond, with pages and pages and pages, but no edges, no edges, no edges.
August 26, 2023 at 8:50 PM