What will it take to revert to the time before AI? For people to value an actual person living and experiencing their life? I’ve written on this website for 8 years now…had the idea for over a decade now. But what does that matter to anyone else? It’s somehow more worthy when AI can at least mimic what I do in seconds. Will we lose art in a way to never know when someone now gets paid to draw a golden retriever.
This subscription costs me 96 dollars for the year, and yes it keeps me writing, yet the frustration of no one needing this art however sloppy is a foggy sadness. All this fire on the frontier has motivated me out of fear and anxiety that what I have to offer this world is dwindling. I worked so hard to figure out the words for an entirely different world. One that has only one major retailer and all the trucks can be seen at night. We used to be local, we used to enjoy each other’s company in a book store down the block. When I think about what actually made this land great…it was our community that seems non-existent. So slam the door in my face when I come over for coffee just by being in the neighborhood. Scroll on because when was I ever more than just text and mangled pictures to you. When was I ever a person resisting against the change that I know is approaching.
Soon enough, just like Charlie’s dad, I’ll have to invent and repair the very thing replacing me.
Lots of Honey 