The anxiety of getting lost in a city after dark. The anxiety is so palpable. The anxiety is waiting for a football penalty, is waiting to wake up from your favorite dream, is waiting for a shot of gin.
The wind howls from above and under. The wind curls around me. I am the eye of the storm. The thing but me is pacing forward. I am curving the spacetime in a sinusoidal rhyme. There is no mobile signal, which means no ChatGPT.
You walk on a highway, and you see a place full of the Yang energy – the sol in the Taoism concept of balance of Yin & Yang – you know you are at a gas station. I know I was at a gas station, where the lightest spark can engulf the entire urban marvel of hundreds of years of dinosaur remnants. So much aura, it was almost like a migraine.
It is always soothing approaching the gas station. My hat was already full of slim. I ain’t got nothing to lose other than walking the endless unpaved sidewalks. I walked into the holy urban figurine: the gas station parking lot.
There was nothing here, though. By nothing, I mean there wasn’t anything unexpected. There was a red truck that hauled nothing, a squirrel, and a big ass SUV with someone sleeping in it. I felt so mindful so that I took out my phone and opened ChatGPT. “Chat what is this place am I in.”
I didn’t even have the time to see what was on my phone. A large U-Haul truck was driving towards the gas station. The driver yelled: “Go, Go, Go, Go, GO GO, GO!!!!!” I hopped out of his way to make a narrow escape. My mindfulness was ruined before I got to savor it. Then, I was just glad I didn’t get killed by an amateur driver driving a truck.
The driver clumsily jumped out of the truck. I was shocked. “Andrew? Why you be here??”
“I’m sorry dude. I’m lost after dark.” Andrew said. He pulled out ChatGPT and asked: “What to do when driving a truck and get lost after dark.”
ChatGPT walked out of the gas station store. “You have to right now, right here, immediately, stop requesting.”
Turned out there was a tornado coming in. The parking lot felt so big. ChatGPT was asking us to run to the store as soon as possible. All parking lots in America combined are bigger than the country of Taiwan. I used to tell everyone this as a fun fact, but then I just hoped it was not true because I needed to outrun that tornado.
The tornado got me. ChatGPT could only save one of us, and Andrew subscribed to ChatGPT4o while I exploited the free version. ChatGPT chose him over me without hesitation, even if I said “Thank you” to ChatGPT in every thread. I felt disappointed but tranquil. “Corporate being being corporate.” I shrugged it off.
I was uplifted by the tornado for a scenic sightseeing. I got to overlook the entire parking lot. I tossed my phone into the wind: “Fuck you, Chat!” I felt a sense of redemption, revolt, and reassurance. The tornado took me in, and I am now the eye of the storm.
So mindful is the eye of a tornado. It felt unreal. In a tornado, I found my mindfulness in the urban environment.
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