Tuesday, February 19, 2019

A Gift of Lace at Sunset

"Given that we’re clearly on a trajectory to have games that are indistinguishable from reality ... the odds we are in base reality are one in billions." - Elon Musk

The pear trees that didn't exist
Are now everywhere in flower.

It's like a vectored simulation
How real this city seems,

As if those darkened windows
All have people behind them

And the scurrying crowds are just code
Before they're quantum entangled at hello.

It's easy to get lost in the details,
The number of bags, say, next to the homeless man

Like I could catch some discrepancy
Simply by moving my eyes.

There's a beauty to all of this
If it's virtual:

Who'd think of that many circular windows
Or those skeleton storefront smiles?

Soon it will be the 1930s outside,
Any pretense of the real lifted like a thumb,

And we may at last admire the maker,
Who may or may not be the one we came from.