The Algorithm of Life

Everything now arrives with a suggestion attached: the next thing, the better thing, the thing you did not know you wanted. The machine has learned me well, which is a strange and slightly lonely sentence to write.

And yet the best days of my life had no pattern. They were inefficient. They wasted time beautifully.

“A life is not a system to be tuned. It is a letter to be read slowly.”

So I have started keeping a small rebellion: one hour a day with no recommendation attached to it. A walk without a podcast. A book without a goal. It is the least productive thing I do, and the most mine.