Sarah, it’s your poems for sure. The AI generated ones are vague, anonymous. Like they were written by a journalist instead of a friend. A journalist writing in a ninth grade notebook. Yours has an intimacy no machine can replace, not the aggregate of 100,000 other poems simplifying and averaging to the mean.
That's the thing. AI in a million years can't be alive, can't feel a friend's presence. Only we can. Only we can share what it means - this life. I knew you would get it my friend.
Sarah, it’s your poems for sure. The AI generated ones are vague, anonymous. Like they were written by a journalist instead of a friend. A journalist writing in a ninth grade notebook. Yours has an intimacy no machine can replace, not the aggregate of 100,000 other poems simplifying and averaging to the mean.
That's the thing. AI in a million years can't be alive, can't feel a friend's presence. Only we can. Only we can share what it means - this life. I knew you would get it my friend.