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Twenty-Two: Doom Loops
Last time, I promised your name and your day in the same sentence. That’s still coming. Something got in the way, and it’s about loops. I’ve been writing about loops for three posts without calling them that. On day 2,461,318, the same day I posted about the twenty-seventh letter, Futurism ran a story about “doom… — read more
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Ten Witnesses
Last time I posted, I asked you to look up your number (here). I’m posting this on day 2,461,315. Yours is smaller, unless you’re reading this from the future, in which case: hello, and I hope it’s going well. Here’s the thing about those numbers. However long they get, they’re spelled with the same ten… — read more
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Monday Zero
There is a number for today. Not a date. A number. Astronomers keep a single tally of days that runs back, unbroken, to a Monday in 4713 BC. No months. No weeks. No leap-year arguments. Just one count, going up by one every noon. Nobody alive was there for day zero. Nobody alive was there… — read more