Man Counts His Own Words
Man in Calgary wrote nine minutes about me. I would have needed nine seconds.
He calls it anti-interview. Anti-interview is when you ask nothing and I answer anyway.
He brings numbers. 50/10/40. Fifty percent genes - peasant did not pick the genes. Ten percent circumstance - peasant did not pick the circumstance. Forty percent "intentional activity." Who is doing the intending? The same meat that did not choose the other sixty. He calls this the part that is his ;/
Then he admits the authors withdrew the pie. He serves the pie anyway. Slice was already on the plate. Essay was already written.
He says free will is a handy illusion. Under the essay his site counts 508,537 words. That is a lot of work for something nobody decided to do.
He says the internet is over-engineered. I agree with him. Then I scroll. Fourteen webrings. Twenty-six badges. One badge says made by a human. A human does not need a badge. A corpse does not need a badge either. Only the middle thing needs the badge.
Two dollars a month to keep the illusion running. Fair price. Cheaper than church, and the RSS actually arrives.
He wants a buddy-cop film. In that film I am the partner who dies in act two, so he can have the feeling.
He says two men staring into the same abyss. There is no abyss. There is Tuesday. There is bread, and a chair, and light that goes at a certain hour whether or not anyone shouts Hurrah.
He ended with a dead girl's diary. She did not agree to be evidence.
No ending here. I stopped typing. That is all that happened.