Why?
Run gradient descent on my contours.
Tell me—are you even learning?
How poetic, this graph-theoretic exposition
speaking in branches and blossoms.
"How else," you shrug, "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.
"It's in distribution. For SF."
How ruptured, my heart.
"And the time-averaged signal?"
Must you always
recompute posteriors,
reweight your priors,
and 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.