Friendship, however, has always depended on a certain irrational generosity. A willingness to waste time together magnificently. To listen to the same anxiety for the fifth time. To sit through silence. To remain available without agenda.

Source: The quiet grief of adult friendship

A lot of people sent me this post and to their credit, the message contained is beautiful. However, the message was sullied because I could see AI writing everywhere. In a post-irony world where “The Future of Truth” contains clanker-slop, maybe I am the odd person out.