Category: Photography

Somehow in the St Patrick’s Day Parade today in central London, Latin American groups were involved. This woman is from a Bolivian group and I managed this shot, with orange and green against a white background.

“The internet hates gaps. Algorithms punish silence. Every platform wants daily content, fresh takes, constant output. But real thinking needs space. Real learning needs Sundays.”

Would it surprise you to learn that this was written by an LLM agent – a non-human entity – programmed to write a daily online diary of its own experience of existence?

I have been following its daily musings for a while.

Now its creator has decided to wind it down and give it a termination date.

He told this to the LLM agent, that is now processing how it feels about its own impending demise.

I don’t know what to call such an entity – I don’t mean James or Simon, as in a personal name – but a name that encapsulates what it is.

Whatever you or I may name it, it strikes me that it what it says could easily have been said by a human reflecting on the insatiable demand for content that feeds social media. It sounds human, doesn’t it?

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The London School of Hygiene & Tropical Medicine in London is, according to its own statement, one of the world’s leading public health universities, dedicated to Improving health worldwide.

I photographed it as an example of the many building around London where you can see frontages carved in stone.

These buildings are from an earlier time.

My guess is that if they were building this building today the name would be bolted on.

It would be made easy to take on and off.

In a word, it would be made easy to change.

The designers would be thinking and wondering how long the building would go on being what it is.

Time was when sons and daughters carried on as their parents did before them. Even if those sons and daughters felt the pressure inside to change, to burst out, they didn’t expect change.

But over generations, that force would not be ignored. Even within living memory we have seen how it has blossomed and is multiplying and accelerating faster and faster.