A memoir · Eli Mercer
The Pilgrim and the Machine
A journey. A teaching. A memory that learned to think.
He walked to Zenkōji at 5:28 in the morning, sober, carrying three desires he'd had since he was a boy: to be a rock star, to write novels like Philip K. Dick, to fall in love and stay there. A year later he went back. Between the two journeys sit thirty years of journals and a machine that has read all of them and answers when he asks. 同行二人 — the pilgrim never walks alone. A memoir about what comes back when you stop numbing it, and about who is doing the remembering.
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