wadding through the 7 layered trenched insular experience of a mastodon, one can only survive on tooting at the common cat meme. maybe they'll see me, he wonders -- wanting to so be part of the conversations of the domain experts shit posting about serious things like how to write a prompt for ai. only when i teach a course at princeton, then too will the rabble see me, through their filters. ah yes i have 20 followers now. now someone will see me. im not a bot but a real man.