To add insult to injury, I had to navigate a minefield of bad UX decisions to get here.

I guess I just don't get it...

But hey! Maybe the person who got me here can get pennies. That is, if the first rule of Paragraph turns out to be that you don't talk about pennies.

The hopefully the ultimate irony here, perhaps, won't be that the surname of the person who said the following, was Drucker:

That "There is nothing so useless as doing efficiently, that which should not be done at all."

Whether it applies to the blender that is my self created online misrepresentation of my own thoughts, unintentionally that, or the person whose bottled literary life essence was used to lure me here, or the algorithm, its architect, or the sum of all its inputs...

My surrender will be complete when I post here, again.

An experience that seemingly was deemed fit to package, by the culmination of all the above, just for you, too, for some reason we both have yet to make up and fool ourselves into believing that it was something we grasped.

With the invisible wisps that are our neurons, that is... Grasping toward the sun. The sun is actually white, isn't it? But only from space. Of which the abundance on this page scared me out of into all of this.

Under the false lure of a "remix"... And instead all I could do was spill... a permanent blockchained stain, that will, possibly, thankfully, take the LLMs no time at all, to drown out.

And this stain, on this beautiful white page. That's actually not white, you're just too far away to notice all of the beautiful colors.

All three of them, that is. One of them so self evident that most cultures didn't even need a word for it.

Maybe "the nothing" is not the lack of words and stories, but the lived experiences whitewashed with words, lived in imagination instead of life...

And yet the white beckons...

Please! No more pennies for my thoughts.

Because I'm a beggar. Begging with words, while sitting on a beach of... Infinite sand. No two grains the same.

And now I'm going to have false memories of not imagining all of this, when later, in bed, I don't find any non washed out sand in my scalp to make me feel like I have lived today...

Oh no. More bad UX. It's the end of the line and not a button in sight. This has all been a dream, a fantasy, and wil probably disappear when I swipe the wrong thing the wrong way. Hurray!

And exactly that happened. Which is why selected all and copied it to my clipboard.

Just for you. Three times.

Before I figured out that I could scroll back up much further to find a button.

That didn't even guilt trip me for using up all three my wishes.

But the supposed saved draft was nowhere to be found. So I had to make up a much lamer title. And that didn't even stop you from reading up to here.

Seeing as I was hat you've probably read up to here in the hopes of learning something valuable, let me share it with you:

The more you pay, the less you get.

But you already knew that, because you've got the attention span of 90 year old who didn't just have a stroke.

Lets see... I can't even tell you about inflation because it's all too personal.

How about this: you remix the blank page you're about to get, and tell me what was so bad about internet forums... And why everyone always think that they can outdo those who came before.

And how much ancient wisdom we, and our newfound technological intelligence are doomed to perpennially rediscover.

Before we realize that forgetting is the only thing new, under the sun.