notes from the outer world.

4pm and still sort of moving on. Travelling glowing roads under a searing sun. Relocating the body for a moment to let the mind skip a few beats. Also: Thinking in the wrong language for now, confused again by consulting the model. Maybe this time questions were too trivial. Or the machine's slowly adapting to the queriers mental state. (The city and the late afternoon and me in between.)

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