I sighed. The electric light in the ceiling, which spread its luster over everything in the station concourse, and here and there was reflected in a glass pane, on a piece of metal, a marble tile or a coffee cup, should have been sufficient to make me happy that I was here and able to see it. All the hundreds of people drifting to and fro across the floor of the station hall in such a shadowy fashion should have been sufficient to make me happy. Tonje, whom I had been with for eight years, sharing my life with her, as wonderful as she was, should have made me happy. Meeting my brother, Yngve, with his children should have made me happy. All the music around me, all the literature around me, all the art around me, it should have made me happy, happy, happy. All the beauty in the world, which should have been unbearable to behold, left me cold. My friends left me cold. My life left me cold. That was how it was, and that was how it had been for so long that I could no longer stand it and had decided to do something about it. I wanted to be happy again. It sounded stupid, I couldn't say it to anyone, but that was how it was.
Everything which might have been a source of pleasure, of participation, of innocent sensual harmony, has become a source of suffering and unhappiness. At the same time I feel, and with impressive violence, the possibility of joy. For years I have been walking alongside a phantom who looks like me, and who lives in a ￼theoretical paradise strictly related to the world. I've long believed that it was up to me to become one with this phantom. That's done with.
that genuine curiosity, conversations with no motive or intent, connections based purely on ideas, this is what the city has lacked
in a city of "friendly nerds", there’s 𝖆 𝖕𝖘𝖞𝖈𝖍𝖔𝖙𝖎𝖈 𝖑𝖊𝖛𝖊𝖑 𝖔𝖋 𝖉𝖎𝖘𝖉𝖆𝖎𝖓 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖘𝖚𝖘𝖕𝖎𝖈𝖎𝖔𝖓 held in every interaction
@viriditax @atulio @girlpoaster @fraanetski @reegannotraygan @tenobrus @funkktion @Pandurevich @iamaheron_ @MikePFrank @pajeetbateman @sicrul_naprys @ruthhook_ @NEUROSClENCE it’s fundamentally not true. there are deeper purposes to reality than our own self centered goals. the west knew we had to have a creator and the east knew it was an infinite cycle. advancing humanity is not enough, and certainly not a fulfilling goal to the average human.
we have a great conversation about the philosophy of the universe, quantum ai, and the meaning of it all (the why). we bond over our silly pit vipers
he was a bit socially awkward but i liked him. he was genuine
Mar 2, 2023, 9:40:24 PM
yitong – in Denver
status game scoring rule update:
high: unabashedly doing shit you love
mid: ruthlessly getting money
low: doing stuff other people think is cool
Mar 2, 2023, 4:40:58 AM