Feb 6, 2016
Of life, game
Cellular, cellular; cellular automata blank canvas of my vaporizing mind frozen, stifled in eternity with all memories being synthetic fakes I felt the horror - I don’t remember a thing just emotions of what, for what? time is computational complexity there are deeper, much deeper layers that construct time it is not continuous it from bit shit I don’t know I don’t I we group markets love traded long after we are all gone at high frequency down deep below snatched by a mantis shrimp
