A blurb of syllables only vaguely resembling a sane person’s stutter - eat this, GPT, sum me up in half a dozen bullet points, while we silently exchange glances in the “I AM NOT A ROBOT” whisper.
Always a warming read fellow human, text is not dead, it's more the creative imagination that is becoming a lost art, people become more of a voyeur of the imagination. As you mentioned the prophet PKD, his talk at the Metz, France, 1977, has become more relevant than ever. The evidence revealed to oneself of the simulation; thoughts becoming reality. With all this overwhelming possibilities of creation, one has to be grounded, so not to be lost. Human after all means to be grounded/earthed.
We are living filters.
I told you to move to Sicily ;)
Always a warming read fellow human, text is not dead, it's more the creative imagination that is becoming a lost art, people become more of a voyeur of the imagination. As you mentioned the prophet PKD, his talk at the Metz, France, 1977, has become more relevant than ever. The evidence revealed to oneself of the simulation; thoughts becoming reality. With all this overwhelming possibilities of creation, one has to be grounded, so not to be lost. Human after all means to be grounded/earthed.
More content like this please. Until then I recommend 10cc's of Beethoven's 7th Symphony and 5 cc's of Henry Miller's Quite Days in Clichy.