My footsteps have created a pattern I don’t recognize. The world around me has organised my random movements in a way they like.
It feels like I kept talking incessantly, but no one was really listening. The background score they added to the video of my life doesn’t make sense to me.
machine languages
turn scarcity of meaning
into tales that sell
stories that spell perspectives
prompt engineers recreate
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You’ve highlighted the clash between cold systems and warm human experience perfectly, Reena. Excellent write 👏
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Thanks for the encouragement, Shaun!
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Thanks, Sadje!
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Yes, people are in the habit of imputing their own meaning even into your silences.
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Yes. They want to justify their own versions by putting your stories in their frames.
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Very profound Haibun Reena. Sometimes our life and actions are interpreted without our approval. Thanks for joining in.
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Thank you, Sadje! Celebrities are prone to it much more than we are.
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Very true.
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This is deeply evocative and quietly powerful.
I love how the imagery of footsteps, soundtracks, and machine language comes together to express a sense of dislocation—of being shaped, interpreted, even edited by forces outside the self. The lines about “the background score they added to the video of my life” are especially striking; they capture that modern feeling of being narrated rather than truly heard
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You are bang on with your observations. The commonest examples are remixes of old songs. It is playing with someone else’s content.
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