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Oh, Do You See What I See?
NONFICIT — #5
I lose myself every day I can to the thrall of music. In another life, I might have taken up music as a lifeline through all ills; alas, that wasn’t meant to happen. Poetry leaks from me at times, but it’s not enough to sustain me. And so I go through the motions of a life that doesn’t really matter in the grand scheme.
No one will remember me after I die. I’ve tried to make my peace with this, but so far I just can’t get over the fact that I will never have a legacy. My words poured from me first for the fun of it — and then they began to matter more when I thought it could be a way for me to make money for a living. But from there everything has been a crapshoot. The writing doesn’t feel like it’s for me anymore.
The story ideas still come, but they don’t feel as vibrant anymore.
I’m a wayward traveler who has no idea what to do with what she’s been given. Artificial intelligence scares the hell out of me as a creative. Tech is all fun and games at first glance, but then you get into the meat of it and wonder what will happen if the machines rise up and start telling you what to do. Oh, praytell, what then?
I read Elon Musk’s biography a few weeks ago. The man is interesting, no doubt, but he’s single-minded — so much effort put into the future, into a matter of human…
