hunters, pluckers, fishers vs farmers
To make a mark on the universe some one must first hold it still for you.otherwise it is akin to shooting paintball pellets at a shoal of fishes, and equally futile
unfortunately the froogy doesn't know what the froogy is. you have to see for yourself.
hunters, pluckers, fishers vs farmers
To make a mark on the universe some one must first hold it still for you.otherwise it is akin to shooting paintball pellets at a shoal of fishes, and equally futile
i guess everyone know this was coming, no one believed they'd be first. 2026 will as the year when AI roots took. and things changed forever.
i first noticed it when the <cursor> icon showed up, then immediately disappeared in the battery usage readout. i remember it well - we had just returned from dinner at the beloved <city> mandarin - chinese restaurant, we had taken the new family car, bumping around on potholey roads and stop-go traffic, with delivery riders zooming in and out ahead of us. as the kids dropped off to sleep, i opened my laptop as usual and was fake-working.
The story told from the pov of a story. I escape from the pages as live in your head.ends with being read at a writer's club.
The story of a house, mustiness sensed when stepping in overshadowing the gloomy fate of its inhabitants
Stories flew around the place like little birds, the mortals walked around wide eyed, searching for suitable one
.why am i here
I am putting in a patch of my own sky
Am I audible horror story . Bosss computer takes over on the run .finds boss taking refuge .run some more, get to the sea.island.
I am a mole who grew a human face and body
while living, one is the rider, controlling the steed,
guiding it to destinations, teaching it to run, to hold steady, to fly
after the passing, it becomes so that
one is now but the horse,
and a subtler rider is to appear
guiding teaching running ...
on and on until one
rides like the wind,
rides the wind,
is the wind