in this (my) neighborhood pt. 98 (buffalo edition)

What I’m Reading:

Even so, even the thousands of fragments of images AI would use to make a non-existent child had to have come from children who’d been complete children once.

Where were they now? All of them, the maybe-real ones cupping their chins so happily here in the sun in the photo and all those ones whose images had been fragmented into digital splinters and borrowed and used to make up an aggregate image of a child who’d never existed.

— Ali Smith / Gliff

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About istsfor manity

i'm a truncated word-person looking for an assemblage of extracted teeth in a tent full of mosquitoes (and currently writing a novel without writing a novel word) and pulling nothing but the difficult out of the top hat while the bunny munches grass in the hallway. you might say: i’m thee asynchronous voice over in search of a film....
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