This morning I felt I didn’t know how to thrive in a world with AI.
I took the wrong bus home today. A heavy rain had just passed. At the stop waiting for the transfer, Lisa told me excitedly about the cowboy hat she bought at the Ex, how her cane extends and locks into place, how excited she was to have seen her nephews, how great her caregiver is to her, how lovely the smell of the grass is.
We see a few crows begin to take off from the trees next to the road. Suddenly a river is flowing in the sky with the most crows I’ve ever seen.
I’m not sure I know the right way to interact with this world anymore, and I think that’s okay.