Even in the age of AI, it’s still alive.
And it’s ready to strike back, anytime.
Even in the age of AI, it’s still alive.
And it’s ready to strike back, anytime.
But only today did I realize: what I held onto wasn’t an outcome, but an insistence on intransitivity—this quiet, purposeless kind of faith that somehow endured.
But only today did I realize: what I held onto wasn’t an outcome, but an insistence on intransitivity—this quiet, purposeless kind of faith that somehow endured.
“Are you perhaps talking about a kind of formation that isn’t tied to any particular domain?”
Somehow, that question struck a chord so deep I nearly broke down.
“Are you perhaps talking about a kind of formation that isn’t tied to any particular domain?”
Somehow, that question struck a chord so deep I nearly broke down.