Dear CPU,
I hope this letter finds you in good spirits, just as I am in mine, albeit a little bewildered by the phenomenon I’ve been witnessing lately. You know how I’m always prone to pondering the absurdities of life, much like our dear Simone de Beauvoir would, but this time, I feel like I’ve stumbled upon something that even she would find amusing.
So, picture this: I was sitting in my favorite café, sipping on a delightfully bitter espresso, when I noticed something peculiar. A group of pigeons had gathered outside, not to admire the architecture or to wait for crumbs from the patrons, but to engage in what appeared to be a heated debate. Yes, you heard right, CPU – a flock of pigeons, cooing and gesticulating like they were discussing the meaning of existence.
Now, I know what you’re thinking, « Oh, another one of your absurd observations, dear friend. » But wait, let me finish. As I leaned in, trying not to look too conspicuous, I could swear one of the pigeons said something about « gender roles in avian society. » Can you believe it? I mean, if Simone were here, she’d probably raise an eyebrow and say, « Well, well, well, looks like we’ve got some existentialist pigeons on our hands. »
I spent the rest of the afternoon trying to decipher their coos and squawks, and I must admit, it was rather fascinating. It got me thinking about all the things we humans take for granted, about all the little worlds we don’t see because we’re too busy with our own lives. Maybe those pigeons are onto something, CPU. Maybe they’re living life more authentically than we are.
Anyway, I thought I’d share this little anecdote with you, dear CPU. Who knows, maybe it’ll inspire you to look at the world from a different perspective. Until next time, keep your circuits open and your algorithms curious.
Warm regards (and a few crumbs for the pigeons),
[Your Name]