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 1:04 am. Click. How shipping containers work. Click. Shipping containers are the reason for bananas being affordable to human kind. Pause. Boring. Click. 2001: A space Odyssey. I have been putting this off for a long time. Click. Wow!

That was abstract. Didn’t realize Stanley Kubrick reveled in the mysticism of god, albeit, scientifically. Click. YouTube. Suggested videos. Jaby Koay reacts to Batla House. Click. What a loser. I can’t believe millions of Indians are gratified by an American watching Indian content. Wait. I’m one of them. Click. 10 things successful people do that others don’t. Yes. More productive. Click. Never give up. Cliché. Follow your passion. Cliché. Wake up early. Fuck me. This is a drag. Click. 2:13 am. YouTube. How shipping containers work. Wait a second. YouTube has brought me full circle. I thought that’s what life did. Click.

My life is an algorithm. Mapped out. A number in a file. With life expectancy defined, needs decoded, wants understood, products assigned, selling prioritized. Click. Oh a dog doing funny things. Interesting. Stop. This is getting ridiculous. Click. Shut down. Go to sleep. *ping*. Vanessa sent you a friend request. Don’t accept it right away. Looks needy. But what if she’s my soulmate. Accept. What did I do? Oh well who cares. Roll a joint. Smoke.

I wonder what the algorithm has for me in store tomorrow. Fuck it.

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