I barely managed to crawl to the bookstore, my friends. It’s a 24-minute walk from where I live, which is nothing to me. I walk at least three times that every day. But it’s infernally hot, I haven’t slept in forever, and there are gigantic crowds of people everywhere, including the bookstore. This is great, especially since there were very many teenagers, to the point where I didn’t manage to approach one of the stalls that I wanted to explore because there were so many adolescents there. What can be better than teenagers wanting to spend a Saturday evening at a bookstore? Wonderful, wonderful teenagers.
As soon as I got to the bookstore, I arose like a phoenix from the ashes of her own exhaustion. Being around books has that effect on me.
I found a new book by Diego Fusaro, my favorite Italian thinker. It’s titled I Hate Resilience, and it was published in 2022. I also hate resilience since the COVID-era slogan “Kids are resilient,” which justified keeping children out of school. Nobody should be a superhuman achievement monkey. I have no idea if that’s what the book is about, but Fusaro never disappoints.
Another book I picked up is by a Spanish philosopher who is looking for a philosophical meaning of AI. I have no idea if I’m going to like what he has to say, but at least somebody is trying to come up with a philosophical explanation of the phenomenon.
The third book is a novel that I think has potential for my future book project.
There are only three books so far because I walked back and couldn’t countenance lugging more at this point in time.
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