The stack of books on my nightstand expands and collapses with the ebb and flow of my free time. It’s a good indicator of how much I have going on in my life. Its existence is constant. Its volume varies. Continue reading
Algorithmic Intolerance

The stack of books on my nightstand expands and collapses with the ebb and flow of my free time. It’s a good indicator of how much I have going on in my life. Its existence is constant. Its volume varies. Continue reading