When The Station Leaves The Train

By Eric Le Roy

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A couple of days ago, my colleague informed me that almost all of our readership had disappeared. Apparently, our erstwhile ‘fans’ are now opting for the seamless, dreamless efficiency of AI. I don’t blame them. Who wouldn’t prefer to have the world and all that’s in it summarized in a few seconds, when the alternative is a laborious process once known as ‘thought’?

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The Internet Didn’t Cancel You—It Forgot You

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There is a strange new kind of silence spreading across the web, and it doesn’t sound like censorship. It doesn’t come with warning banners, deleted pages, or officials knocking at the door. It is quieter than that, almost polite. You publish. The post exists. The link works. Nothing stops you. And yet the world passes by as if your words are a streetlight in daylight—still on, still burning electricity, no … Read the rest

The Great Text Flood: Why Essays Don’t Land Anymore


In the corner of the internet we built—our little ThinkMyTime bunker with its hand-rolled reflections and late-night arguments—we used to mistake the silence between posts for breathing room, used to believe that if we just sharpened the sentences and kept the nerve, the world would keep meeting us halfway; but the numbers came back like a pathology report and they weren’t subtle: the audience didn’t drift, it evaporated, as if Read the rest

Green Dashboards, Red Reality: The Collapse You Don’t See Coming

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We are clever primates on a wet rock, drifting through a dark sea of space, and one of our most persistent illusions is that the universe is impressed by our dashboards. We take something messy and alive—human attention, judgment, sleep, dignity—and we pour it into tidy containers called targets, and then we act surprised when the container leaks. Somewhere in a bright meeting room, under lighting designed to flatter neither … Read the rest

Bunny Time

                 

 

By Eric Le Roy

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       I guess the frenzy is fading now, but (as usual, a day late and a dollar short) I would like to record a few belated thoughts on the recent Super Bowl in America. Not the game itself, mind you, which by all accounts was as boring as an argument between two dead people, but the Half Time Show, featuring an enterprising dude with Read the rest