Don’t Try

On Bukowski’s grave are the words ‘Don’t try’, an epitaph that leaves much room for interpretation. This coming from a man who wrote for decades without compensation, who dared to suffer for his craft, and who was also a loser by society’s standards.

Yet I can’t help feeling a connection with the Buk. He was a loner, I’m a loner. He loved drinking, I love drinking. He quit writing for 10 years, and I’m… well…

I’ve written all I need to write, and now there’s a lack of life to sustain the output. I don’t feel what I write anymore, and that’s a problem. Because how do I coax feelings out of you when I don’t feel anything myself?

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AI Is Going To Replace Me Someday

The machines are coming for my job. Oh, how naive I was when wrote this post. While I did accept that AI would someday rival our best writers, I did not expect to see its widespread use this soon.

You’ll find AI text in emails, press releases, even in actual magazines. How do I know? Because they sound like that annoying friend who’d just found crypto. Just like how they’d shoehorn the subject into every conversation—crypto is future-proof, crypto can heal your mother’s cancer, you can turn that sacrificial altar into an NFT—so too would AI use words that don’t belong in a sentence.

No, the term ‘meticulous detail to craftsmanship’ is not grammatically wrong. It just doesn’t fit the vibe of a Myanmarese night market vendor. I swear, if I have to read ‘a testament to its dedication to excellence’ to describe an underwear collection one more time…

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