The Future of Work

When I think about the daily grind of Nine to Five. I remember sitting in my office chair As a recent graduate. Updating my Myspace

Artificial Pain

When something that once was has gone, It lingers in a phantom land; You find the strength to carry on, Then close your eyes and

Now Wally is no longer found

The white and red cap stands alone His best friend has dropped the bone AI has lost its lower bound Now Wally is no longer