I am asking the difficult question. I need help.   I’m not asking from ill will. I have no desire to see you coping  Or not coping with unmanageable coils  Of a problem frivolously called up  I’ve read your books, had glimpses of a climate  That is rigorous, though not too hard  For the spirit. I may have grown  Since reading them; there is no scale To judge by, neither is the soul  Measurable. I know all the tropes Of religion, how God is not there  To go to; how time is wha

Tech’s new generation and the end of thinking by Sam Kriss The first sign that something in San Francisco had gone very badly wrong was the signs. In New York, all the advertising on the streets and on the subway assumes that you, the person reading, are an ambiently depressed twenty-eight-year-old office worker whose main interests are listening to podcasts, ordering delivery, and voting for the Democrats. I thought I found that annoying, but in San Francisco they don’t both

by Laura Preston for n+1 I'm not a bot is exactly what a bot would say Published in Issue 44 : Middlemen The recruiter was a chipper woman with a master’s degree in English. Previously she had worked as an independent bookseller. “Your experience as an English grad student is ideal for this role,” she told me. The position was at a company that made artificial intelligence for real estate. They had developed a product called Brenda , a conversational AI that could answer