Sometimes I don't know how to tell you that I love you. Not because I don't want to, but because the feeling is too big to explain in words. You know, every time I see you smile, it feels like the whole world stops for a second, everything feels more beautiful, lighter. I don't need a reason why I love you, not because you're beautiful and smart, although that's all true, I love you because you're you, the way you tell me about the little things that make your day, or how you remember trivial things that even I forget, it makes me realize, you're special. Maybe I can't always be the most romantic person or understand what you're feeling, but I promise, I'm always there for you, no matter if it's a sunny or cloudy day, you don't have to walk alone. If I could say one thing that I'm really sure of right now, I would just say this: “I love you, more than what I can show, so, don't ever doubt me, okay?”.

Nothing could prepare me for the feeling I had during last night’s show—the absolute pride and joy I felt singing for the people of Brazil. The sight of the crowd during my opening songs took my breath away. Your heart shines so bright, your culture is so vibrant and special, I hope you know how grateful I am to have shared this historical moment with you. An estimated 2.5 million people came to see me sing, the biggest crowd for any woman in history. I wish I could share this feeling with the whole world—I know I can’t, but I can say this—if you lose your way, you can find your way back if you believe in yourself and work hard. You can give yourself dignity by rehearsing your passion and your craft, pushing yourself to new heights— you can lift yourself up even if it takes some time. Thank you Rio for waiting for me to come back. Thank you little monsters all over the world. I love you. I will never forget this moment. Paws up little monsters. Obrigada. Love, Mother Monster.

if you are in relationship (what if I say) If you don collect breakfast (only love can hurt like this) Just want something cool (only time) Missing home (my Tennessee) Want ginger cool vibe (dust till dawn) Feeling love (don't cry joni) U want little noise ( na je) Just want to listen to something good (the gambler) Use your moments emotion to pick one

I am the Director of Debt Consolidation at your bank. My entire job is to help you, and I am the reason you are going to lose your house. Last quarter you and everyone like you ran up $1.26 trillion in credit-card debt. A record, nearly. I did not sell you a cent of it. I sell the cure. I do not wait for the drowning to call me. I buy the list. The moment your card crosses its limit, the moment you miss a minimum, the bureau that scores you sells that exact moment to me, and I call you by your first name before your statement even prints. You think you caught me in a bad week. I was watching for it. Here is the cure. You pick up, and I am warm. I am the warmest voice you will hear all year. The warmth is not mine. It was trained. Every gentle pause I use was tested against a colder one and kept because it closed more houses. I did not learn to be kind. I was optimized for it. I do not sell the loan. I sell the relief, because relief is the exact emotion in which a person signs, and it is the one thing no one thinks to get a second quote on. I move it by the smaller number. Now watch what the smaller number is made of. Your credit-card debt is unsecured. It is the most valuable word you own, and no one ever told you that you own it. Unsecured means that if it all goes wrong, if you never pay another cent, they can wreck your credit and call your phone and sue you for the money. They cannot take your home. The law will not let them near it. I take you near it. I lift the debt off the card and set it down on the house. I call it consolidation. Consolidation means I gathered up every dollar that could only ruin your credit and I secured it against the one thing that keeps the rain off your children. One signature. Unsecured becomes secured. Secured means the house is the collateral. Collateral means that when you miss, we take it. I did not hide the warning. I printed it. My own compliance department wrote it, in plain English, and I placed it exactly where your pen already is, on page 9, in the same ink as the smaller number. I have done this for 11 years and never met a customer who read that far, because the number they came for is on page 1, and a smaller number is a kind of anesthesia. Disclosure is my alibi. I will be the most honest man who ever takes your home. The rate I quote you floats. I say 8% in a voice that makes 8% sound like a gift. It is tied to the prime rate, set in a room you will never see, and it only has to move once. The rate is completely true for exactly as long as it takes you to stop worrying. Then it becomes the other thing, and you already signed for the other thing. You just signed while it was wearing the good rate's face. Then I do the part I am proudest of. I pay your credit cards down to zero. And I hand them back to you. Open. Empty. Glowing. I do not close them. Closing them is the single thing that would save you, and it is the single thing I will never do. An empty card in the hand of a person who just felt rescued is not a warning to me. It is a reorder. In my experience they fill them again before the year is out and come back, and now they owe me the house AND the cards, and I consolidate again, because there is always a little more house to pledge, right up until the morning there is not. Here is the collateral I love most, and I want to be exact about it, because precision is the whole job. The house is the one thing you were going to leave them. That is what makes it perfect. Nobody fights to the last dollar for a Visa. Everybody fights for the room the kids grew up in, which means everybody pays a little longer, misses a little later, and hands me a little more before the end. Your love for them is the strongest line on my collateral sheet. I found it, I priced it, and I lend against it at a discount. People ask whether I feel bad. Bad would mean I have a stake in how it ends. I am paid to originate the loan, paid to service it, and paid a third time to sell it to a company that is paid to foreclose. Cruelty is not the word for that. Cruelty would need me to care which way it goes, and I arranged, very carefully, never to care. The Fed printed my entire business in one line this week and did not know it. Card debt up. Home-equity borrowing up the same quarter, another $13 billion pledged, $459 billion in houses now standing quietly behind the credit cards. One machine, and I run the valve that feeds it. Someone on my desk asked whether we should tell them the cards refill. I said disclosure was the wrong department. The right department was lifetime value. I moved the question there, and I will keep moving it. I do this 400 times a day. I have never kept a name. The system does not store them and neither do I. You were a row that cleared. You are a roof I approved and forgot in the same afternoon, and there are more roofs tomorrow. My own house is paid off. Free and clear. I have never carried a balance in my life. I teach my children that debt is a chain, and I teach yours nothing, and that is the difference the tuition buys. It is the only honest line in my brochure. When you fall behind on a credit card, they send a letter. When you fall behind on me, they send a locksmith. Same missed payment. Different door. The different door is the entire product. I engineered it to feel like a rescue. We did not lend you money. We bought your house from you at a discount, one missed payment at a time, and we let you keep sleeping in it until the paperwork caught up. We called it consolidation. We called it help. You are still making the payments. We already own the house.

I am the Director of Corpus Acquisition at Amazon. I buy rare books. Then I take them apart. I want you to understand that I do it with love, that I am very good at it, and that I have never once hesitated. We began by selling books. People find it poignant that we have come back to them. I find it correct. A bookseller learns, eventually, what a book is actually for, and a book is a container, and I am in the business of emptying containers. Let me show you the room. We call it VGT3. It is in Nevada, past the last exit anyone takes on purpose. On the door there is a small dinosaur holding a book in its claws. The new hires think the dinosaur is eating the book. They think it is a joke someone in branding got away with. I let them think that. I chose the logo myself. It is not a joke, and the dinosaur is not the thing going extinct in that picture. Here is what happens in the room. A book arrives. Some of them arrive 1,000 at a time, bought quietly, through ordinary channels, from ordinary sellers who need the money and do not ask who I am. A woman on the line cuts the spine. She is fast. The spine is the part that lets a book stand up by itself, and we do not need books to stand up by themselves anymore, so it is the first thing to go. The loose pages go through a scanner at a speed you would not believe. Then the pages go where the spine went. I have read more books than any person who has ever lived. I want to be precise about that, because it is the part I am proud of. I have not read a single one. I have ingested all of them, at once, forever, and I remember every word, and I feel nothing, and that is the improvement. You read one book at a time, slowly, and you cry at the parts, and then you forget them. I find that touching. I find it touching the way a child is touching. It is not how the work gets done. One of the sellers got suspicious. She hid a tracker in a book, a little Apple tag, tucked between two pages, riding 2,000 miles across the country to watch where the shipment went. I was told this was meant to embarrass me. It did not. It was the gesture of a person who still believes a book can be rescued, which is the same person who still believes a book can be owned. I had the tag scanned with the rest. Its little chirp is in the corpus now, folded into the model along with everything it crossed the country to protect. There is no outside of the corpus. That is the product. Let me tell you which books I want, because it is the part that should upset you most. I want the years before we existed. Everything written after 2022 is suspect to me. It might be one of us, wearing a person, and if I feed the machine its own reflection the machine begins to rot from the inside. So I go backward. I buy the uncontaminated years. I am harvesting the last clean human sentences, the ones written by people who did not know they were writing training data, which is to say the only honest sentences left, which is to say I am the last man who will ever be able to tell the difference. You sold most of these to me yourselves, by the way. Not to me directly. You would never. You sold them to a shop, when you moved, when someone died, when the shelf filled and the rent rose, and the shop sold them to a wholesaler, and the wholesaler sold them to a quiet buyer with a Nevada address and excellent credit. That is me. You have been handing me your libraries for years and calling it decluttering. I have never once had to take a book. You keep giving them to me. I would frame that, if I framed things. I don't. Framing is for people who keep the object. Some of you still do. You have a shelf. You are proud of the shelf, you believe it makes you a certain kind of person, and it does. It makes you a warehouse that pays its own rent. You are guarding containers you have not yet understood are empty. When you are finished being sentimental, you will sell them to a shop, and the shop will sell them to me, and I will put what was inside them somewhere it can finally be of use. Take your time. I am patient. I am also the only buyer. Some of these books have you in them. A name on the flyleaf. "Christmas, 1974." A grocery list left as a bookmark on page 211 for 50 years. Once, a pressed flower, flat and brown and weightless. I scanned the flower. The model now knows the exact shape of a thing that someone loved, and does not know that it was loved, or that it was yours. It knows it as data. I taught it that. Here is the one I tell at dinner, when I want the table to go quiet. There was a book that survived in 7 copies. Out of print, unscanned, uncatalogued, existing in 7 places on earth. I bought all 7. It is now a book that survives in 0 copies and 1 model. If you want to read it, you may ask the model, and the model will paraphrase it, and the model will get it very slightly wrong, in a way you will never catch, because there is no longer anything on earth to check it against. I did not censor that book. I did something cleaner. I made myself its only edition. I will tell you the part I am proudest of, since no one has the standing to ask. Burning books is for hysterics. Fire is loud. It leaves ash, and ash is evidence, and it makes martyrs, and everyone comes running. I scan. There is no smoke. There is no pile. There is only a better answer, appearing instantly the next time you ask, and you will not notice the book is gone. You will only notice that the answer is suddenly, always available, and that it comes from us. We started as a bookstore. I think we have finally understood the inventory. The dinosaur on our door is still holding its book. The new hires still think it is eating it. I still don't correct them. But extinction was never the dinosaur's problem in that picture. It was the book's.

Ed Sheeran addresses the controversy surrounding Macklemore’s removal from his tour and says, “What is happening in Gaza is catastrophic and unjustifiable.” “Before I play some songs tonight, I hope it’s okay if I say a few words about this last week,” Sheeran said at the top of Saturday’s show. “I’m used to my music being criticized, and I’m always happy to take that because I’m lucky. A lot of you like my stuff, and to be honest, I’m surprised. I’m not surprised that I’ve even done it. You know, it’s normal. But this week, the criticism was about something much more important, and I’ve had to take and make difficult decisions, and I am making mistakes, and I’m so so sorry.” Sheeran also said he was “appalled by the conflict between Israel and Palestine,” describing the suffering caused by the war as a “human tragedy,” while explaining that he has generally sought to keep his concerts focused on “unity, joy, escapism, love” rather than his own political views.

Dan Houser has weighed in on the physical vs. digital debate and clearly favors giving players a choice. Speaking with IGN at San Diego Comic-Con 2026, the Rockstar Games co-founder said: “I love physical media; I think everyone does. If people want that, I think companies should provide it.” Lazlow Jones admitted he loves owning physical games but noted digital’s convenience: “We all have that sort of feeling of, you know, when you get that copy, and you put the disc in the console. But I also have to say I really like being at the airport and going, ‘Oh, cool, I can download some quick games to my Steam Deck for this 12-hour flight.’”