I mean, we can’t out-AI an AI.
But we can out-human it.

Now is a time to lean into our humanity.
Yes, we can both do pattern recognition, and AI does it faster and more astutely.
But it can’t feel.
It can’t create the unknown.
It can only regurgitate.

These are the cracks in the pavement where living things sprout.
Where what is innately beautiful — life —

AI can write faster than me now. It can code faster, think faster, create faster. But it can't feel the way my heart stops when I read the perfect sentence. It can't know why certain images haunt me for days. It can't understand why some ideas refuse to let go.

That's what I collect now. Not information. Not content. But moments of recognition.

But a simulacra of human virtuosity is not what we need. We need each other. We need signs of life about us. We need to know that we are not alone. And this is something we must consider not just in relation to the singular artifact, but also in relation to our environment. In a time of acute loneliness, the proliferation of AI-generated content