The Untamable Spark: What AI and Medication Still Can’t Silence in Me
I even reached out to Wang at one point. She responded via an audio recording, and I remember listening to her voice on the train as I came back from a Goucher residency in New York, my headphones plugged into my ears, the side of my face pressed against the window. Against the backdrop of the train’s engine, Wang told me that she felt uplifted that her words had given me hope.
AI could never give anyone hope, consolation or confirmation that their voice matters. In fact, the very existence of AI tells people like me, people like Wang, that our personal experiences are about as relevant as tissue paper fluttering to the ground, soon to be stamped out by the bottom of a loafer’s dirty sole.
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