I used to play the piano, once upon a time.
We lost touch, a while back.
Now she refuses to play me.
My muse.
My ruse.
My mistress.
I was always blind to that beauty of your world.
That is why it is so dark in here.
Sometimes I stop in wonder, and wander.
To fill the gaps the world left me.
I loved her, first.
I'm still waiting for her to love me back.
This is how people know me.
They never paid enough attention anyway.
How computers seem to 'play games' these days.
How computers seem to 'search for moves' these days.
How computers seem to 'win games' these days.
How computers seem to 'think' these days.
How computers seem to 'learn' these days.
How computers seem to 'learn' these days: behind the scenes.
How computers seem to 'remember' these days.
How computers seem to 'remember' these days.
How computers seem to 'understand' these days.
How computers seem to 'see' these days.
How computers seem to 'read' these days.
How computers seem to 'interpret' these days.
How computers seem to 'program' these days.