ai – Life in the Multiverse

Quieting the Machine

There is no stillness. I know this. It would be cold and dark if there were. But for me there is no need to add to the commotion unnecessarily. Thoughts are busy enough without surplus din, and it is hard for them to uncurl healthily without making space for them.

In Defense of the Grossly Imperfect

This semester I’m teaching a writing course, the theme of which is Artificial Intelligence. If spending time daily contemplating the looming AI takeover isn’t enough to plunge you into existential dread, I don’t know what is. AI has become so sophisticated that it is already replacing our doctors, our service workers, our artists and writers, me. I have no skills AI cannot do more accurately and efficiently. I am thoroughly, humanly, excruciatingly fallible.