Vampire Singularity

I’ve got to the stage in life where I hardly ever meet new people that have thoughts, feelings or experiences that add to my gestalt.

Generally I don’t bother; one glance and the item is catalogued.

Finding genuinely new or surprising ‘content’ is also getting asymptotically harder.

Experiences? I’m happy to have them but I’m not seeking any insights therein. That’s an unexpected bonus when it happens.

I guess that this is my punishment for exploring the universe so avidly for the last 500 years. Or is that 2000?

The result? I’m spinning around looking for an angle, all the time modeling what I already know.

It can’t be that interesting to watch, I bet. And my interest in sharing all this is rapidly diminishing as well.

I can see a singularity ahead. Ahem.