WTF
AI companies are purchasing large quantities of used and rare books. Scanning their contents to train models. Then turning the originals to pulp.
The sum of human thought, digitized and shredded.
Every book that gets scanned disappears from the physical world permanently. The knowledge survives only as training data inside a system no one can hold, browse, or resell.
What used to sit on a shelf for centuries now exists as weights in a model that might get deprecated next quarter.
"Blackberry Molasses" โ๏ธ Mista (1996)
A reminder that storms don't last forever. This song still speaks to the soul almost 30 years later. ๐๐พ๐ถ
People: โitโs still only Jul-
Me: ๐ค๐๐๐ท๐ฎ๐ธ๐๐๐ฆ๐ช๐ฃโฐ๏ธ๐๐ค๐ท๐๐๐ธ๐๐๐ฆ๐ท๐๐ค๐๐๐๐ค๐ท๐ธโฐ๏ธ๐ฆ๐๐ค๐๐ธ๐๐โฐ๏ธโฐ๏ธโฐ๏ธ๐ฎ๐๐๐๐ฎ๐ฎ๐๐ค๐ค๐ธ๐๐๐ช๐ฃ๐๐ค๐๐ ๐ธ๐๐๐ช๐๐ค๐๐๐ฎ๐ธ๐๐๐ฆ๐ท๐โฐ๏ธ๐ค๐ท๐ค๐ธ๐ฎ๐ธ๐๐ฆ๐ท๐๐ฃ๐๐๐ค๐๐ท๐ท๐๐๐๐๐ฃ๐๐ธ๐๐๐๐๐ฆ๐๐๐ฎ๐งก
I am the stone that the builder refused
I am the visual, the inspiration
That made Lady sing the blues I'm the spark that makes your idea bright
The same spark that lights the dark
So that you can know your left from your right I am the ballot in your box, the bullet in the gun
The inner glow that lets you know to call your brother son
The story that just begun, the promise of what's to come
And I'ma remain a soldier 'til the war is won