The reason I’m drawn to sketching and painting is that, due to AI, everything you see online now is “good enough.” It’s all polished, all passable. Nothing feels rough anymore. Nothing’s a little shitty. And my drawings are super shitty.
(On the flip side, nothing feels truly exceptional either.)
You start with good taste, then spend years making things that fall short of it. There’s no trick to finding your voice. Just repetition, failure, and the hope that one day it won’t suck. Shortcuts won’t help but just delay the part that matters.
“Everything that needs to be said has already been said. But since no one was listening, everything must be said again.”
— André Gide, Winner of the 1947 Nobel Prize in Literature.
We’ve started outsourcing our thinking to machines that can’t even think. This piece is about fixing that. I break down the four types of thinking that matter, why writing is a superpower, and how silence might be the rarest luxury we have
Lately, I keep catching myself wondering if certain blog posts I’m reading were written by AI.
There’s this weird, specific style that feels very ChatGPT, no matter the topic.
Either I’m getting paranoid… or AI-generated writing really is everywhere.
I've been continuously updating my book library for the past couple of weeks. What has changed is that it now also includes all the passages I highlighted in the books. Over time, I hope it will turn my library into a searchable database of insights I can use. (The highlights also synchronise with my notes app of choice.)
A new design, new content formats, a ton of new RSS feeds. Welcome to the redesigned cliophate.wtf.
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