"The lost art of reverie. Staring into space at... weather, smoke rings, light, local cats, nothing much at all. Gazing, as N. once told me, is very different from staring. Staring at your phone screen also takes you elsewhere, but where exactly? Algorithms that make an advert of your head. Moments of giving up or letting be. No AI or algorithm can predict drift, laziness, disavowal, out-of-the-blue tears or unprovoked laughter"