The Untamable Spark: What AI and Medication Still Can’t Silence in Me
My memoir, which the editors at University Press of Kentucky are currently reading and discussing, tells of my journey with schizophrenia. With writers like Esmé Weijun Wang as my guide, I felt, before AI, as if I was entering into a kind of legacy. Now, AI seems to suggest that the role of the author is obsolete.
However, authors like Wang are the ones who inspire us to write. They inspire us to find a home in writing, among like-minded artists who had to suffer through pills that caused our facial features to spasm and twitch, and who hallucinated like I did — faces in the walls, shadows, that made my stomach lurch, but when I reached out to touch them, to talk to them, it was only the wall. A slab of dirty white. I was alone, completely, tethered to a mind that lied.
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