Machine Learning: New and Collected Stories

by Hugh Howey

Success in art lies as much in the changing tastes of the crowd as in the offerings. There is a varied froth of material being generated at all times, much of it along narrow themes, and when the need from the audience becomes great enough, one stream of that art is rewarded.

I wanted to write about the possibility that our true explorers will never be known.

Maybe we should give less credit to those we think broke new ground. And maybe we should look harder and appreciate more those who came before us.

Going to sleep at night is a more useful and less costly way to not exist for some short while.

saw the horrific pressures placed on the female dancers to maintain a certain weight and size. There was also the abuse of their feet. The injuries in the name of grace and balance were absurd. The audience wept for all the wrong reasons.

I think “Nothing Goes to Waste” was written thinking of my friends Scott, Shannon, and Sarah. The irony is in the title. Plenty goes to waste. All for sport and art and shame.