. . . Im concerne. .
.
. No.
No you’re not.
You’re
a flaming luddite, unwilling, stubbornly unwilling to learn the new technologies,
their applications, despite them all around you, whether on computer or the smartphone
you own that you
had your daughter neuter, turn it, virtually, into a hapless flip phone.
Thas a great puss
Tha which you call technology is nothing more than a conduit to sell products make people lazy dumbem down makeem dependent
Im not a consumer save for food I eat or
drink All I want from the damn thing is
to make receive calls texts
occasional photographs
I rarely use the camera
That’s unfortunate, there’s a big world you’re missing out on.
By choice
By my choice
AIs
limited comprehension of human beings is narrowing us asif we havent already our
ongoing inequality our have have-nots were
being neuralised more an more by AI as we accept them guiding us narrowlyjah down aisles of its
making wha its determined which is apparently reasonable rational to you
Were giving up the friction Its called tribology
Were losing out on debates losing out on arguments were not considering that at the edges of
this machine-streamlining at its edges like at the edges of creeks streams rivers the very oceans how the
watercourse is not straightforward at
its edges the whirling eddies backflow
backtracking reiteration
I cherish that
Im not going to be pushed in the back
into something something as abysmal as tha
they sat opposite each other drinking
coffee in adirondack chairs he handmade
You know, man.
You’re a dyed-in-the-wool luddite.
Nice
Handsome take on long ago knitting mills
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