Interior of a woven bamboo structure, thousands of thin canes forming a tall arched passage with light falling through the gaps

The Harmonium That Rarely Came Up

I wrote about learning things you have no professional use for. What came back were confessions. A harmonium, a garden, twenty years of hotel paraphernalia. And almost every note ended the same way. Nobody at work knows about this.
Two older men playing a board game on a kerb, choosing human friction over agreeable AI.

Love me like AI

The machine agrees with everything. We have no habit of distrusting it. On agreeable AI and the friction we quietly lose.