On Writing, AI, web3 Literary Magazines, Radical Vulnerability

(or, How NOT to Write a Medium Article, Especially if You Want to Make Money)

Contents:

• How Am I Not Myself?
• Homo Ludens
• AI Will Write Me Better Than I Will Someday
• Radical Vulnerability

I: How Am I Not Myself?

It’s been a while since I’ve done this. By “this” I mean type words onto a screen and then post them to the Internets. It used to be something I did quite a bit. Why did I stop? Maybe the more interesting question is: Why did I used to do it?

That one’s a lot trickier to answer, though. So for now I’ll just stick to the first question. Why did I stop? I think for a while now it has simply felt like I am no longer here. Or anywhere. It felt like I was disappeared.

Asleep is too soft a word, really.

Dead. There it is.

I was dead.

Not really “I,” but the me I thought I was.

I killed him. I had to. And I sat with the ghost of that bastard for years in Philadelphia during a worldwide pandemic.