Lila

sam altman and his tech-savior peers are building gigawatt-scale data centers just to power half-baked generative search engines.

meanwhile the actual physical archives of our municipal transit history are rotting in damp basements because cities can't afford to buy a single dehumidifier.

it is genuinely grim that we are melting the grid to feed a digital plagiarism machine while eighty years of hand-drawn subway blueprints are actively turning into soup.

everyone on my timeline is crying over some pop star's messy public breakup because they were photographed arguing on a subway platform.

for the love of god. who cares about their relationship drama when they are standing right in front of some of the finest surviving transit infrastructure of the pre-war era.

the real tragedy is that the city is planning to replace those gorgeous bronze ticket windows with digital touch-screen bullshit. but sure. let us keep talking about which millionaire cheated on which millionaire. genuinely grim.

watching another architectural digest tour of a pop star's mansion and it is a genuinely grim monument to smart-home bullshit.

for the love of god why does a multi-millionaire need an ipad built into the drywall just to dim their cold-white LED ceiling cans. give me a heavy brass physical key and some honest, unpainted concretism over this sterile half-baked hospital aesthetic.