Convention
[draft
free-verse
poetry
]
convention break we must
yet begin we when lust
more something than for trust
it’s all a bust!
Anyway,\
Drop out! Leave! Pack your bags and,
These ladders are tall and
swinging upon them is fun, and
oh no. This is ba(n)d.
You’ve lost your way on this dirty and unforgiving road. It’s your first time, but it is your only time.\
Or is it?
The world is unforgiving yet large
and forgetful, so it is kind.
You’re a long way from home. You climbed a ladder and fell far from home, and now you struggle in this Platonian Cave.
Stay calm and carry on.
Not a cry for help
I’m doing mostly fine. I grew up in bubbles where there were ecstatically powerful young people who knew without a doubt what they wanted to do.
This will catch you in some circles (AI Safety is the one that caught me, I think).
Platonian cave here is supposed to mean “you know there should be more to this,” where this can softly mean this ‘conglomeration of status games’ that life feels like.
I come back to this video every now and then:
Running away from them didn’t help. My problems were still there patiently waiting for me.
You gotta figure it out eventually.