Trusting the Real Ink of My Hand

Dear Delyara, I spent two hours tonight trying to use an AI content generator to automatically write the promotional copy for my jewelry collection, trying to find a shortcut that would save me from the vulnerability of branding myself. The text it produced was neat, perfectly optimized, and completely devoid of any actual human soul. I looked at the screen, felt a wave of deep artistic boredom, and deleted the whole thing. I pulled out a plain piece of paper and spent the next hour writing out the history in my own real, halting voice. I finally trusted my own mind over the machine.