There is no time but now, and this thing which just came to my attention can not be handled in any other moment but immediately, because it will not exist anymore the second I stop thinking about it.

Sure, I may finish this vacuuming. But first I must learn how to inspect the fuses in Christmas lights, research NACS to CCS electric vehicle adapters for my car, reserve a hotel room, order photo books for my family, write to family about estate taxes, & help my daughter with an application.

i just cannot stress enough how unrelated our attention is to importance. i get how confusing and bizarre that is. and yet

all well and good but i have placed an order under assurances that your product would arrive in a certain condition! and sir, i can not ascertain the source of our confusion, but i assure you this middling clump of leaves is not in that condition, despite whatever loophole your lawyers now claim!

i'm sorry i've gone back and forth on this but i can really only commit to a purchase if the produce is effectively perfect. as if it is indistinguishable from something i just picked moments before.

how carefully? are any of the leaves bruised?

i had an immediate feeling that you did — your work is SO GOOD. it's good enough that it has a distinct feeling to it, like "this had to have been Bruce"

did you design this logo, out of curiosity?

I'm so sorry for him, for them, for you, for the entire community. 💔

Even in a future where society is more aligned with my values, I still worry about the so-called "cost disease": the unequal effect of technological progress on the rest of the economy compared to the costs of producing theater.