When an engineer brags that they don't like fiction That their bookmarks are filled of Medium articles and business koans Isn't there something lost?
You can not consume all the media in the world You can not consume all the media you want to consume You can not consume all the media you need to consume So how do you justify reconsuming the same piece?
You script to move the burden of action on to the non-human actor, the computer, for repetitive actions. But soon, you realize that what you thought was a linear narrative is actually a cyclical one - eating and sleeping and shitting and waking. You script yourself out of existence
You aggregate and compile and archive, claiming that you're going to make the connections, but already making a new aggregation, a new compilation, a new archive in your head of which books you're going to burn when the time comes
Collating, sorting, converting into digital form A machine to fight off entropy Despite knowing the second law of thermodynamics
Out, out, brief glitcher! Life's but a random walk, a deep learner That struts and frets its hours upon the dataset And then computes no more: it is a classifier Writ by an idiot, full of sound and fury, Signifying nothing.