I don't want to read books and essays written by AI.
I don't want to watch films made by AI.
I don't want to look at art and photos made or modified by AI.
I don't want to see messy preschooler drawings refined and interpreted by AI.
etc.
But I avoid it especially because I don't want to lose myself.
Creating is hard: I struggle. I sweat. I weep. I doubt myself and wrestle with insecurity and hate my parents and family and friends and I'm going to die on the streets and think that I'd never get it right and gloom and I'm an imposter and a fraud and the gaping chasm of despair gnawing fear and —
and from that pit of struggle emerges a diamond, something precious and glistening that I didn't know could be found
Then I see that through the pain of hammering for that diamond, I've changed and grown, and this beauty that I'm now beholding, I know what it took to get to that! I paid for that, and everything I lost was gained back.
AI lets me skip all that.
All of the process and pain and growth can be bypassed.
Instead I can get really good at prompting. Whenever I get stuck and the muse is silent, AI will get me moving again. I never need to struggle. I never need to grow. My skills never need to evolve.
It's easier, it's faster, everyone else is doing it, blah blah blah, I'll fall behind if I don't use it, accelerate! more! be more efficient. We worship the god of efficiency here! bigger! FEED THE MACHINE. faster! insane beserker growth! why? because we are thirsty for more. produce! produce! produce!
No thanks. Even if it means others are producing more and louder and flashier better tighter, no thanks.
I'll fall behind if I have to.
Fall behind with me.