Love, According to the Machine

What happens when loss functions start to feel personal

You know what, I’m out.

Not in a dramatic, flouncing way. Just… done. I woke up this morning with that familiar weight sitting on my chest. Mental health has always been a daily negotiation for me, so this wasn’t new, just heavier than usual. I couldn’t immediately tell why. Was it the mass death in Iran? The sense that the world is fraying at the edges?…