I am standing here, observing how excess meaning ends up exactly where no one looks twice.
What once carried intention now rests as residue, framed by noise, tags, and repetition.
In „The Last Thing You Can’t Generate“, I describe this moment precisely: when expression becomes disposal, and clarity is mistaken for waste.
The book is available in all e-book stores — not to clean this up, but to help you see why it ended up here.
Rethinka · 2049
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