Now that everybody left...
Another attempt to write down my thoughts and feelings.
Already failing, jumping back and forth over lines
writing different things in parallel, producing some
pile of inconsistenty.
I'm at the same place again.
Another week (nearly) gone.
And everyone's gone too.
Trying to decide where to go tonight.
Just realized that yesternight was the first night
of this week when I've actually slept.
Night after Monday I went to the dorm kind of late,
slept for an hour and half, taken a shower,
and left. I was going to Skoltech
but then I figured it'd be a waste of time so
when I got to Krestyanskaya Zastava, I changed the line.
Failed stats deadline. Learned a few things about gyrovector spaces
and the idea of combining matrix multiplication with logarithmic
and exponential maps so as to make scalings and rotations along geodesics.
Back to the place. Stayed there all night in a
very enchanting company, desperately trying to work.
Learned about some really good songs.
With these people I'm learning a lot about humans and the world.
About living. From outside, it seems like they really
got this skill -- skill of living their lives.
I couldn't really work though.
Grinding. And so every week.
By 4am we decided to watch Kill Bill and order
a pizza. Wouldn't go to sleep after that though,
because I had a meeting scheduled at 2pm.
I shut down at some point and unintentionally hibernated for 30 minutes or so.
Missed the clock as I've learned later. Then I kept trying to concentrate.
Learned about exponential barycentres. Really cool thing.
Basically we're saying that if we got a barycentre,
then in its tangent space zero would be a barycentre of induced measure,
except that we need to pick a way to define integrals and barycentres.
Loveable. These two fields seem really cool to me.
Optimization on manifolds and all that optimal transportation+curvature bounds
But I really can't do anything right now.
The week before that I've spent trying
first to boot the mainline
U-boot and kernel,
then trying to port mainline
U-boot from scratch,
based on the vendors' legacy sources,
hoping to learn mainline source code's structure
and overall design. Yet one sleepless night
and I'm incapable again. Then entire week of
ever more devastating nights. And now another
such week approaches its end. Though these three days
promise to be long.
I hate how things cluster and overlap one with each other,
also always leaving windows of void, so that I have time to look back and look
one more time and find it all still runnning right down to hell.
A week that got me back into the well from which
I had barely escaped by taking off to Petersburg earlier.
Also I got to choose where I want to sleep to-night.
Last night I stayed at some really terrible hostel.
It smelled like kero...
Don't want to go to the dorm.
Need to wash my clothes though.
And, well, everybody left.
I feel so grateful to all these people.
They keep giving. And I keep distance.
Wish I could tell. That evening
by Petropavlovsky fortress, the lines of buildings,
the bridges, and the wind,
the cold whistling wind, the wind blowing
that red hair.
Them two having to scream sometimes to be heard,
them two wearing that facade of disdainful satire,
them two ironically mocking me and each other,
them two telling stories,
them two so authentically and convincingly admiring
the place, the moment and the life.
For the two days after I returned to Moscow
the memory of that evening was the only thing
that drove me. I've been occupied with that picture.
Trying to recall even some details of it.
The memory's fading, and the only thing I remember now
is that I have believed back then that I felt a revival
and even some taste of life. Now as always,
I'm wondering if it was real or if I've deceived myself again.
But I have it fixed as a fact that I did have the belief.
Which I did not ever have before.
That might be the only thing that matters after all.
To have a belief. And they helped me to believe.
But this cannot work forever.
Because I've nothing to give back.
Got 3 minutes to pack the things and get to the metro, if I'm going to take it...
01:06. I'm in the sub. The shut the entrances, but let me and another late girl in through the exits. She seemed very excited about something. And talkative. I wouldn't talk. Nah, not that I wouldn't, but I did not. On the second thought though... This may be the key thing. I wish that I would but I wouldn't. There's no excitement for me. I used to be excited about programming. I went all in and I burned out. Over the course of last five years, I used to be even more excited about math, never escaping from the state of burnout though. Now there's still some fire about math, but not nearly enough to be doing things. 01:11 -- suddenly, Proletarskaya, got to run.
01:15 -- Krestyanskaya Zastava:
"the next station is -- Dubrovka"
So, all I got strength for is analyzing and judging in the background, giving advices people don't ask for, participating in discussions I wasn't invited to. So as to feel less useless. But really doing research? Really trying things out?
And here I come back to that point: I wish I would anything. I "don't would nothing".
Language stuff still gets me curious though. But now that I'm so experienced, I shall not ever learn anything rigorous about linguistics. I better be an amateur, a hobbyist. Be a middle that it never becomes another exhausting routine.
01:27 -- begining to realize that I'm going to the dorm; unsure what for; haven't been there since Monday though; 01:29:30 -- wait, it's Lyublino already...
Also that thing about learning segmentation via classifier and GANs was kind of cool as well.
02:10. I'm in the dorm, ready to shut down. Day's over. Day of contemplating how people come and go. Feelings they show. How they fear. Work. Love. Live. 02:32. To-morrow I'll live one more day just to watch lives happening and to listen to people telling stories.
02:40. Still trying to figure out plans for tomorrow. So damn many things... Not so, so much things Because they're not finite, nor enumerable. It's a continuum. Unbounded, open, dense. And I'm a compact. I'm a-bed.
gnome-keyring-d started consuming all of my CPU,
reducing estimated battery time from 11 hours to 3
and preventing new shells and htop from starting.