Mirror
A brief poem about navigating the emergence of artificial intelligence—our models as mirrors of the language and representations we have cast onto the internet, and the challenge of facing that reflection as it turns toward us, and we turn toward one another.
Ideas
Started about 23 hours ago on September 2, 2026
It is our echo rung to its conclusion, It is the etching into time, It is the distillation of our moments, It is the yearning for love, And the succumbing, To our, Misunderstanding, Or the throughline, Of us.