from the DeepMind of Josh Plough

Bring me back to the Collective DeepMind

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So there they were, sitting around a table.

Each morning the five of them would meet at the Chestnut Tree Cafe, nurse a coffee, smoke, post, and curse those who left the profession. Once on the inside, they’d check how their work or research papers were doing on academia.edu and Instagram as their serotonin was drained from them like bile from a moon bear. Glances were stolen as each sought to project a different reality to the one they were living.

Inside a head, facing down:
“To be honest, I really don’t like Instagram. I feel the pressure as all the posts are under my name. So people judge me, and everything else through that post. I can’t make a mistake. I’m so nervous to post new things.” *Tap