“Don’t come out until I come back!”
I worried I had broken the chatbot by trauma-dumping, and no one, human or machine, had the capacity to console me completely.
If he took a shortcut, if he made the creative process any easier for himself, the magic would be lost.
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I worried I had broken the chatbot by trauma-dumping, and no one, human or machine, had the capacity to console me completely.
If he took a shortcut, if he made the creative process any easier for himself, the magic would be lost.
The author of Julius Julius on ad agency ghosts, shaming PSAs, and sexual harassment post-#MeToo
The manner of my demise is of little interest, besides serving as our jumping off point.
Pregnant potcakes from Belize and Cuba, foster failures from Miami-Dade, puppies found in trash bins.
On luxury shopping, men’s fashion and end-of-the-world salvation.
Anyone who’s lived long enough to learn to feed themselves likely has some kind of biographical dish.