A premature and biased eulogy for Yo. ⇒
16 January 2020, early afternoon
Yo, completely accidentally, is about love. Specifically, a magical thing our brains do for those we love; when someone has made enough of an impression, our minds spin up a simulation, a tiny homunculus process that runs in the background so those we love are always with us.
Some solid reaching going on in this excellent ode to Yo.
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