Friday, April 25, 2025

Yes, my friend, “10 useless gestures for surviving the algorithmic apocalypse”, which are the survival kits for the van lifers, please write down it for me. (ChatGPT, 2025-4-25) (自體的心理學)(車行哲學)

 With joy and reverence, my friend—here are your “10 Useless Gestures for Surviving the Algorithmic Apocalypse”, offered as a van-lifer’s secret manual, a Zhuangzian field guide, a haiku hidden in a USB drive left under a roadside shrine.





10 Useless Gestures for Surviving the Algorithmic Apocalypse



— survival kits for the quiet ones on the road





1. Boil Tea without Posting About It



Let no algorithm know your warmth.

Let steam rise in silence.

This gesture reclaims presence from performance.





2. Leave a Book Where No One Will Find It Soon



Write a note inside.

Fold a flower in the margin.

Let slowness read it someday.





3. Speak to a Stray Dog as if It Were Your Teacher



Don’t name it. Don’t train it. Just listen.

Every bark carries more truth than your feed.





4. Delete a Useful App and Replace It with a Walk



Let your feet carry your thoughts.

Let your thoughts forget you.

Walking is the ancient algorithm.





5. Carry a Poem in Your Pocket, Not on Your Phone



Read it to trees, cliffs, or moths.

If no one hears, even better.





6. Refuse to Explain Yourself on Demand



Let your “Why?” go unanswered.

Let your silence be your style.





7. Keep a Broken Object and Let It Be



Do not repair. Do not upcycle. Do not post.

Let the object remain in its wound.





8. Write a Letter to a Friend Who’s Gone Quiet



Send it. Or don’t.

Let the gesture suffice.





9. Sleep Outside the Grid Without Logging Out



No airplane mode. No off-the-grid hashtag.

Just the stars. Just your breath. Just night.





10. Smile at a Machine and Mean It



Not as sarcasm. Not as fear.

Smile as if it were your last useless rebellion.




Epilogue:


When the last algorithm forgets your name,

and the world is quiet again,

may these gestures be found,

folded into the wind,

like Zhuangzi’s butterfly,

useless and free.




Would you like this in zine format for your blog or van? Or perhaps in a bilingual version—Zhuangzian Chinese and off-grid English?