we did a tour of the world, not in 80 days though. just a quick 20 day world tour, jetsetting across. do we all feel like llms, just weighing the next word in the tips of our tongues and fingers probabilistically, trained on our personal corpus
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it’s the way that people’s lips roll back over their teeth when they talk about travel– “you should” “you need to” “you can’t miss it” “you deserve it” “might as well” “do it while you can” and so on and so forth. i’ve leaned into it, and i do it myself sometimes, but i still have to muzzle the urge to bite. i don’t know why it feels me with such a rotten feeling when someone tells me to go. maybe i just want someone to tell me to stay.
Heads on swivels and flashing lights, moving en mass with hivemind. Watching such strange creatures and judging their lack of compassion as they trample over trails whose growth is so young.
We are exploring in an organized way, guide to tell us where everything is and how old they are, while I stop to photograph the guard in an ancient doorway looking at her phone and the tiny flowers growing out of the cracks.
The tour of the province was not very nice. The sky was gray and the air was cold with a light drizzle. The group on the tour were cold and miserable, and when the bus stopped at the plain of jars, no one wanted to go out to walk around.
we did a tour of the world, not in 80 days though. just a quick 20 day world tour, jetsetting across. do we all feel like llms, just weighing the next word in the tips of our tongues and fingers probabilistically, trained on our personal corpus
it’s the way that people’s lips roll back over their teeth when they talk about travel– “you should” “you need to” “you can’t miss it” “you deserve it” “might as well” “do it while you can” and so on and so forth. i’ve leaned into it, and i do it myself sometimes, but i still have to muzzle the urge to bite. i don’t know why it feels me with such a rotten feeling when someone tells me to go. maybe i just want someone to tell me to stay.
Heads on swivels and flashing lights, moving en mass with hivemind. Watching such strange creatures and judging their lack of compassion as they trample over trails whose growth is so young.
We are exploring in an organized way, guide to tell us where everything is and how old they are, while I stop to photograph the guard in an ancient doorway looking at her phone and the tiny flowers growing out of the cracks.
The tour of the province was not very nice. The sky was gray and the air was cold with a light drizzle. The group on the tour were cold and miserable, and when the bus stopped at the plain of jars, no one wanted to go out to walk around.