October Love (redux)

A vibrant tuning fork in hand—
This is normally a prime time for burrowing a hole in your heart.

You tell me to videograph your heartache.
You claim that this crowded urban area saps your optimism and your love for your fellow human.
Someone’s banging on the door, yelling: get out, get out.
You will slowly reopen your heart and repair the gaps, and hope for the best.
It’s still not easy to be asymptomatic.
Over the next couple of weeks before October love forlorn, love clinically enervated, will disappear permanently.

Fuel for the broken heart.
Food for stormy weather.

What I’m Reading:

First, we could lose control of the future to AI. The risk is that it moves so fast that people can no longer follow what’s happening or intervene when needed. This would obviously be terrible … In the other direction, these systems could concentrate too much power in too few hands. No one person or company or country should be able to use the most powerful AI models to impose their worldview on everyone else. A company or country that believes only it can be trusted with this technology can use that belief to justify almost anything else. We have to reject that logic, even when it’s convenient for any one actor.

— Sam Altman / “Sam Altman’s remarks at the United Nations Security Council” / openai.com