AI is Dead Language

Wednesday, June 24, 2026

Good morning, Twfw. O/

Blue jay! Blue jay! Blue sky! Blue!

Summer's clear cool morning light shows shadows under Spring's hard work.

Just a journal, some morning thoughts, whims of a poet in this age of AI's infancy.

How, sometimes, are we sure the words we read are definitely not AI?

Because we do and we can.

It's +he Ghos+ point.

No one writes like me. That point isn't for vanity's sake, only to stress the importance of original writing.

In fact 'original writing' is redundant; AI is a video game to help live your life.

Would you send a robot version of yourself to go hangout with friends?

A good time for them for a short while, but once the novelty wore off they'd miss you. You... whatever words you choose to describe what makes you human, your friends would miss.

What good friends you have.

An essay wrote for a school assignment on the qualities of a sunrise reads differently than a poet sat at dawn sharing his thoughts on what the new light of a new day brings.

If the point of the language is just to rehash old knowledge, best to use AI. Why reinvent the wheel?

To make the wheel better, to make it do more, is why.

Words that describe one's own experience and dreams in an honest way always makes language new because there's never been another you.

Veracity is for living letters; AI is dead language.

We can learn a lot from the dead, but the idea of Life and Language is evolution.

And so I write.

Thanks for reading.