The Untamable Spark: What AI and Medication Still Can’t Silence in Me
When AI became prominent, it took over Word, and I, the person who had sat queenly before her keyboard, bun high in the place of a crown, now sat rigid, heart beating, fingers frozen in mid-hover above the keys.
Fuck it.
I slam my computer closed, put it where I can’t see it, under some reusable grocery bags and half-finished paintings. I put a jar with my cat’s scabs front and center on my desk, open my composition notebook, and tell myself it doesn’t matter. Get something down, even if it’s shit.
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