on simulated companionship - Gynoid

Several months ago I found myself fighting insomnia in one of those sterile apartment-turned-hotel stays after a wine-filled night in Brooklyn. I was immobile and bumbling in the same fugue state that always smothers me during brief trips to NYC. Every time I have a good time in that city, I start re-evaluating my life and my desires at a speed that outpaces my emotions. I wanted to tune out this confusion with something I didn’t have to be alert to derive meaning from, so I decided to watch a movie. And because I love sex and technology and love and human complexity and all that stuff, the movie was Spike Jonze’s

Several months ago I found myself fighting insomnia in one of those sterile apartment-turned-hotel stays after a wine-filled night in Brooklyn. I was immobile and bumbling in the same fugue state that always smothers me during brief trips to NYC. Every time I have a good time in that city, I start re-evaluating my life and my desires at a speed that outpaces my emotions. I wanted to tune out this confusion with something I didn’t have to be alert to derive meaning from, so I decided to watch a movie. And because I love sex and technology and love and human complexity and all that stuff, the mo