Everything is a story.
Money is a story. The clothes you wear: a story. Your relationship with your neighbor or another religion? Story. Whether you were on time today, whether you will be able to get out of bed tomorrow…Story, story, story.
Money is a story. The clothes you wear: a story. Your relationship with your neighbor or another religion? Story. Whether you were on time today, whether you will be able to get out of bed tomorrow…Story, story, story.
Three years in, and so many iterations into this journey, I’m really struck by what it means to have a longterm, evolving relationship with a project. This is a new thing for me…to have an old thing. I truly have not had a lot of stability in my life.
Suddenly I heard a crash so loud it stopped me, cold. There are certain sensations we hold in our bodies as preemptive planning. What will I do if somebody breaks in? If a tree falls on my home? Could I jump out this window? Will a neighbor answer my call?
academic friends are completely demoralized by the fact that they can no longer trust that a single assignment from any of their students isn’t written by a robot. My creative sector friends are watching as contracts get canceled because decades of expert learning and deep skill-bases get replaced by AI-driven images.
I’ve now visibilized the invisible bag of tricks as part of the show–all the skills and lessons I was picking up along the way.