An elegy for now

AI distorts our conception of time & space. Everything is totalized yet summarized, immediately available yet degrees removed. Look up, look around—the answers may lie outside the engines.

The room is all white. A coterie of attendants ushers you in, cooing like a flock of sirens: “Good to see you!”; “What’s on your mind today?”; “Where should we begin?”; “How can I help?” Your pulse quickens, whether from flattery or fear, from disgust or desire, you don’t know. You are the guest of honor, or the trophy quarry, to be fattened and groomed…