Dear reader, I plan to move to oorupost.wordpress.com. For a few months, I will cross-post, before moving from here. See you there? Dear reader, I hope your heart breaks twice. The first time when your heart breaks, you learn all there's to learn about how hearts and economics are different. You don't need to read tomes about enumerative violence and the politics of empiricism, you learn by living in the after. You don't skim but stare at a headline that says more than 20,000 killed. There is no metric that can act as a proxy for 'drowning inside a growing well of unshed tears'. There is no simulation that will let you model the threads of why, why not, what if, what not if, maybe, oh why, oh why oh why. Yes, all models are wrong, but some models are non-existent. There is no rational actor, there is no equilibirium, there is no predictable irrationality, there's no multiple choice answer to how to break to someone you don't love them anymore. All you have are poems, most which don't rhyme, that let you make sense without understanding. Poems are like that; they get away with writing a haiku about drowning.
A wish for you
A wish for you
A wish for you
Dear reader, I plan to move to oorupost.wordpress.com. For a few months, I will cross-post, before moving from here. See you there? Dear reader, I hope your heart breaks twice. The first time when your heart breaks, you learn all there's to learn about how hearts and economics are different. You don't need to read tomes about enumerative violence and the politics of empiricism, you learn by living in the after. You don't skim but stare at a headline that says more than 20,000 killed. There is no metric that can act as a proxy for 'drowning inside a growing well of unshed tears'. There is no simulation that will let you model the threads of why, why not, what if, what not if, maybe, oh why, oh why oh why. Yes, all models are wrong, but some models are non-existent. There is no rational actor, there is no equilibirium, there is no predictable irrationality, there's no multiple choice answer to how to break to someone you don't love them anymore. All you have are poems, most which don't rhyme, that let you make sense without understanding. Poems are like that; they get away with writing a haiku about drowning.