On the cusp of addiction, holding out awaiting a better time knowing time goes on the same if I don’t move. stay still. Stay so still and give it enough time and things will change. Don’t move an inch. It hurts to move. It hurts to think. I wish someone could tell me what to think. I wish someone could tell me how to live.
looming over me, looking into me with intensity but I feel myself blending into my sheets until i feel like I am nothing. i see a stranger looking down at nothing. I feel no nervousness, fright or emotion. I lie there, feeling everything tangible but none of the electricity intended to elicit through their touch. I feel touch and skin on mine but the warmth of their body stays within them, unable to pierce through this leathery exterior of mine. what was once soft turned hard from a glance of reality.
Baby I’d wish I were dead if only I felt alive.
I see you in front of me. I see you but I look so hard that I can’t see you anymore. I see the red vein in your eye, the fleck of dry skin on your nose, the creases near your mouth but none of it comes together. They sit there and stare at me and I stare back. I stare hard, willing them to make sense but they’re dismembered parts that cannot be strung together. Everything is all too much. I can feel a slow calm panic inside of me.
I recently read an article about how AI is equally as capable as a stylist is at putting together an outfit and it showed two pictures side by side. The pictures showed perfcetly pretty outfits with cohesive colours and patterns and perfect pretty accessories. I couldn’t tell which one was AI. That is not me commending AI’s styling. That’s me saying that both outfits were equally boring and devoid of personality. When i see debate about AI spark up, i have similiar thoughts each time about why AI can never really compare. AI cannot replicate experience. That knitted sweater, a little stretched out from that one time I lent it to my friend, my favourite brown pants I thrifted from the main street near my university, a little faded from all the washes with cheap detergent because we can buy expensive pants but skimp on laundry detergent. That’s just the mind of a university student. Art is made through experiencing life.
Matter can neither be created nor destroyed.
What we create is simply the sum of ourselves, our experiences and those of the people in our lives. And that is why AI may create something pretty but at the end of it, it is superficial and that is not art. “extract the essence of style” is what they called the AI learning patterns through various posts by fashion influencers. This is an absolute overstatement to say that AI can capture the essence of style.
Folks let’s not get ahead of ourselves, this is a machine that sees patterns. That is not the essence of anything.