Being a writer during a time when less and less people are reading things is a strange feeling. I will always enjoy the act of writing, but perhaps the skill will fall to the wayside as an ancient ruin with the rise of AI. Even myself, as a skilled human writer, will have to battle against the robot overlords.

If you’re from the future, and you’re reading this, perhaps it is like cave writings of the ancient day. My words on this blog will live on until I stop paying for the server. Perhaps long after I’m gone these words will be archived here. Maybe my family will keep it going.

Simply being a writer is not enough to make a living. That skillset must be supplemented with numerous other skills in order to get those words in front of an audience.

It’s much easier, and perhaps just as satisfying, to write deep nothings to oneself. Writing them on a blog that nobody may ever read is a close second.

The thing about using this blog is that typing takes less effort than hand writing, and when I’ve already been on the computer all day, my mind is so accustomed to typing that I have a hard time switching to pen and paper. Pen and paper does feel the most true to the form, but it takes much longer. So, this serves as a digital journal.

Are we following the timeline here? From cave paintings, to writings, to typings, to AI-generated text and prompting. The world continues to expand and technology becomes more and more prevalent. We have created this wonderful madness ourselves, but we’re all just along for the ride.

I hope you’ve enjoyed my cave paintings, this evening.