The way I like to look at a photograph is to imagine that the person who took it knew that this was the last thing they would ever see.

The question isn’t whether AI has become sentient, but whether humans have.

When someone says, ‘People either love me or they hate me,’ it’s usually the latter.

You could have been a little kinder. Which is to say, a lot kinder.

God always has a plan, and that plan is for random stuff to happen.

“Poland was a rainy place with a lot of crows, man, and it was beautiful.”

Although he had longed for it, after retiring from teaching and moving to a house in the woods, he became severely depressed. The diagnosis: loss of horizon.

Bombast: thoughts and images too great for subject.
Paralysis:

Were you a person of consequence?
Were you even a person?
Did you learn anything?
Was there still hope?
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Nope, no, nyet, maybe.

The seventies were shit; the eighties sucked ass; he barely remembered the nineties; and everything after 2000 was lost in a haze of self-loathing.
Things were looking up.

The promise of the future has receded into the distant past.

Posting food on instagram = act of public defecation.