"Bounded Regret Algorithim" - Zoë Hitzig
Mine is a life dedicated to the calculation of loss. I know with certainty almost nothing. Yet here I am executing legions of decisions each moment. I aim to organize my ledgers like a skull. A place I imagine to be full. Of spreadsheets that seizure like cities. Undefined functions that compile just fine. Explore, record, explore, record, explore, record. Eventually I learn to limit the loss. I come to know where I should not go: The fire escape, zip codes with low property taxes, some drugs, some jobs. Then the threshold beyond which I'm just an airplane. Occasionally I fly new routes but never load more than a few hundred passengers. Nor advance into the sequence of sky that vibrates behind the sky I have seen. Never the pilot undressing in a suburb when the flight is over. Pressing an unclosed hand against a cold bedroom window.