There’s a conversation happening in creative communities right now that I find exhausting. It goes like this: AI is going to replace writers. AI is cheating. AI output is soulless. Real artists don’t use AI. If you use AI you’re not really creating.
I spent years telling anyone who would listen that Amazon was the problem. Not a problem — the problem. The monopolist eating indie publishing alive, the algorithm overlord that made serfs of writers, the company that could delist your life’s work on a Tuesday afternoon with no explanation and no appeal. I believed all of that. I still believe most of it.
Her Majesty Queen Sirikit, the Queen Mother and consort of King Bhumibol Adulyadej (Rama IX), stands as the architect of modern Thai national identity through fashion.
Despite living centuries apart and originating from different cultural backgrounds, both Patanjali, the ancient Indian sage, and Henri Bergson, the French philosopher, shared remarkably similar ideas about human consciousness.
I almost never sit down and write something like this anymore without AI but I felt like writing this with AI was a little too on the nose. So this is all me. Not even an AI assist.