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Our memory is a more perfect world than the universe; it gives life back to those who no longer exist.
no algorithm was innocent of its designers. It couldn’t be. There was an originating purpose for an algorithm, however distant in its past—a reason some human person made it, even if it had evolved and folded in on itself and transformed.
Poetry is for the desperate, and for people who have grown old enough to have something to say.
