It's not that no one cares, it's that the Machine 𝑑𝑜𝑒𝑠𝑛'𝑡 𝑐𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑖𝑓 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑐𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑜𝑟 𝑛𝑜𝑡; it already has decided what you're going to get.
Are you really going to read all those books?
"Incarnations
Do not deny,
Do not deny, thing out of thing.
Do not deny in the new vanity
The old, original dust.
From what grave, what past of flesh and bone
Dreaming, dreaming I lie
Under the fortunate curse,
Bewitched, alive, forgetting the first stuff...
Death does not give a moment to remember in
Lest, like a statue's too transmuted stone,
I grain by grain recall the original dust
And, looking down a stair of memory, keep saying:
This was never I."
—Laura (Riding) Jackson
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