theGesturalist

There is a new pastime I have noticed popping up here and there – it is prevalent among those who feel most threatened by AI, but also any reader of digital content finds themselves beginning to participate, whether out of interest or (as seems to be more likely the case) the existential concern that there is no escaspe, only a new future hurtling into the abyss. One gets the feeling we are strapped to the side of some self-made, self-launched -but who can ignore the red button?) -nowhere-bound rocket just hurtling into the abyss.

“It’s not a rocket, it’s the death throes of humanism.”

“It’s not a baguette, it’s phallocentric bread.”

“it’s not a toilet, it’s art.”

A.I. steals our favorite rhetorical strategies and then shoves them down our gullet until we can’t stand them anymore. Everything slowly becomes trope, then cliche, until all we can do is speak in platitudes. I just read someone on the internet talking about how A.I. frequently uses, ‘It’s not X, it”s Y,” with a disturbing amount of pride. It’s like looking up into the sky and gleefully pointing at the meteor everyone else is trying to just ignore as it grows ever closer.

Fucking mornings can be bleak, man.

Better get to work.

-Roapes

P.S. It’s not actually the end of art, literature, culture – I don’t believe it. But the time is nigh for the superheroes of human creativity to unite.