In Search of Lost Time
A blog about attention, memory, creativity, and living deliberately in the age of artificial intelligence.
Notes from the Search
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Proof of Human
Suspicion hung on glances cast across the table. Sweat beaded on our brows. The heater blew hot air into the already sweltering room. It was a random hot November day. The quick switch in temperature…
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Shedding the Canvas
The painting hung before me. At nine by seventeen feet, its presence dominated the…
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