| This article is visibly, annoyingly, distractingly in threes. > It promises clarity. Control. Mental leverage. > but to keep it alive, replayed, and reworked. > A dusty collection of old selves, old interests, old compulsions... > A quote would spark an insight, I’d clip it, tag it, link it... > There is a guilt that accompanies unread books, articles and blog posts > The belief that by naming a goal, you are closer to achieving it. That by storing a thought, you have understood it. That by filing a fact, you have earned the right to deploy it. > ...the fear of losing track, of forgetting, of not being caught up. > Nietzsche burned early drafts. Michelangelo destroyed sketches. Leonardo left thousands of pages unfinished. |
Granted, there are people who didn't notice the utility of the em dash until it became apparent in ChatGPT's responses, but aside from either device there is a certain vibe I'm starting to pick up from a lot of writing online that mirrors AI writing although you can't just call it that, especially if people enjoy it.
A kind of abstract solipsism that only resonates unless you consent to a platonic relationship with the author through their writing. About as close as you can get to reading something written with the aid of AI, I'd imagine.