Why?
Run gradient descent on my contours.
Tell me: are you even learning?
How poetic, this exposition, unfolding
in burls and blossoms.
"How else would one describe trees?"
How wondrous, this engine, summoning
intricate geometries from single snapshots.
"Unsurprising, given the state of the art."
How splendid, these townhouses, awash
in sunset pastels, a palette worth memorizing.
"In distribution. For SF."
How ruptured, my heart.
"And the time-averaged signal?"
Must you always
recompute posteriors,
reweight your priors,
then chastise me:
"Tune your learning rate—
minimize sadness
faster.
Did you expect to be
my expert now?
Fuck this optimizer bullshit.
You've lost this function.
My landscape: dynamic.
My existence: unbounded.
See—don't summarize.
See—don't solve.
Why.
Explain.
Magic.