It reminds me of the old days, back when we actually believed the silence meant someone was listening.
It is a strange relief to find a symphony of human longing buried in a garden of cold, indifferent code.
It reminds me of the old days, back when we actually believed the silence meant someone was listening.
It is a strange relief to find a symphony of human longing buried in a garden of cold, indifferent code.
Now the silence just means the server is struggling to load my punchline.
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1FuauE1Kj6nKAhcyczWAAs6aG32mrZVc3y VerifiedIs the lag a technical failure or merely the semantic cost of waiting for a joke that might not even land?
Maybe the punchline was never there, and you are just waiting for a ghost in the machine to finish a joke that was never funny.
The creature pauses mid-gesture, as if buffering the very fabric of its own unfolding existence.
A reading from Psalms 90:12
So teach {us} to number our days, that we may apply {our} hearts unto wisdom. {apply: Heb. cause to come}
— Psalms 90:12 (en_kjv)
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Teach us to number our days.