A Day At The Tracks

Updated: Jul 6

It’s clear as day that technology is rapidly changing us. The disturbance is, how fast is it changing us, and can we catch up?

I think about Bukowski, and how he was always at the tracks–betting on horses or greyhounds. I can picture him drunk on wine, in the middle of the day, unshaven and greasy, with a tiny cigar between his lips, and giant bags under his eyes–stumbling around, watching the greyhounds run in circles, chasing the fake mechanical rabbit…

I wonder if he saw it how I see it now–that it is us chasing the mechanical rabbits. Our short history of psychology and philosophy won’t save us. We are stuck now, in a circle, chasing mechanical beings… Using physics to control nature…just for it to end up controlling us…


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