Love this, only thing I can think of for my own use is I would still want the books I read to be physically highlighted. I would love having a central spot for all my quotes, but I also love opening old books and seeing the physical marks of having read them.
You are trapped in a brainrot industrial complex.
You scroll mindlessly to numb yourself from the problems around you only to expose yourself to every bad thing thats happening at a global scale. You fall deep enough into learned helplessness that even attempting to solve your problems around you is too monumental.
Instead, you continue to scroll. Everything real feels too boring. Like green tea after an 8 ball of cocaine. Your brain continues to atrophy. Life becomes something you begrudgingly do outside of screentime.
The algorithms learn everything about you. Your wants, needs, desires. What you love and what you hate. Its profitability is dependent on you showing up to the scroll. This is its one and only metric and it will achieve that by any means necessary.
When we think dystopia we envision some cataclysmic event. The reality is more mundane and sinister. We slowly lose our agency, our intuition, and our interconnectedness until one day we look up and we've already been plugged into the machine.
I find it hard to be bearish on thinking personally. Yes AI can problem solve, but the sheer unfathomable complexity of the human mind means we’re always capable of novel insights AI couldn’t foresee.
Plus handing over your mind to the machine allows those programming it to control you.
But I do agree from a workforce standpoint, just not as a lifestyle.
As AI becomes more and more prevalent a new skill emerges: understanding when to refrain from outsourcing to the machine.
The moments when human touch matter more than efficiency.
Modern man is laughably dysfunctional.
Can't focus. Won't stop the scroll. Can't remember anything. Doesn't think deeply on topics. Reacts emotionally. Uses AI for basic cognitive tasks.
Revolt against it - for your own sake.
Human artwork is the expression of epigenetically stored pain, love, and heartbreak over millennia. It’s both an expression of an individuals experience and those before him.
AI artwork is the bland mimicry of emotion via prediction. It holds no weight besides surface-level visual appeal.
Imagine spending the last few years where your prefrontal cortex is still growing just doomscrolling, letting AI think for you, and never letting yourself sit in silence. Society is warp-driving into the "fictional" world of Idiocracy.
It seems in many ways the world around us no longer fits. Endless media slop, heartless design, corners cut. We need more people who are willing to put the pieces back to where they need to be. A redirection.