27 agosto 2022
Dried Flowers
I feel we're letting ourselves give in to some deep tiredness, possibly as preparation for sleepless nights and a non-optimal sleep schedule.
Our schedules are cleared out, except for our upcoming medical appointments. We don't have places to be, and have a great excuse to not see people. I swim sometimes, to stay active. The phone is always near, and in other multiverses there's a notification mentioning a feeling a contraction, but there isn't one here or now. There will be, and that moment seems right around the corner. For now, we carry on and eat lots of takeout.
I've never had to, but I imagine this is what waiting for Jesus would feel like.
03 agosto 2022
27 febrero 2022
Close Encounters of the DJ kind
There's an AI that listens to music and responds by playing a remixed version of what it heard. Then a human DJ interacts with the AI by sampling what the AI played. And so on. Remember Close Encounters of the Third Kind? But this isn't science fiction- we're already talking to the aliens.
This land is your land
From California to the New York island,
From the redwood forest to the Gulf Stream waters;
This land was made for you and me.







