I think a lot about how the power we give algorithms. Companies are waging ruthless data wars, trying to compile all the bits of information that make up each one of us. The goal of most data collection is to find ways to more easily manipulate us into spending more money.
I think most of the money we spend is one way or another an attempt to put off death or distract us from the inevitability of our demise.
Of course, none of us want to die prematurely—but for most of us, death is always premature.
On a process note, this is a haiku comic is for a project I’m thinking about resurrecting. I have a lot of speculative poetry written about a time in the near future when AI has gained consciousness and has taken over as the dominant consciousness on the planet. The poetry is written as fragments of history a group of humans rebelling against the AI overlords have discovered.
Be the weird you want to see in the world!
Cheers,
Jason