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The more I learn about emerging technologies, the less I want to share my carefully composed words with the world. I have withdrawn significantly--something that I fought so hard to reverse for most of my adult life. You will, by the way, pry the em dash from my cold dead hands.

I loathe the digital parasites daring to leech onto my words, my artwork, my mind. They seek to devour my very humanity. And I have no idea how to stop them. I DO NOT CONSENT.

And so I closed my turtle shell around myself to protect my imagination. Feeling as if I had no other recourse fuels part of my rage toward the ransacking regurgitation platforms.

Of course, environmental and economic justice are other significant sources of my ire.

Lately, I've been reading about how the targeting of art and literature are intentional. A technocracy needs independent thinkers to shut up. Keep your radical, liberal, progressive, commie ideas to yourself.

At some point, believing drinking water is a human right became radical. We are not okay.

And I will not be silenced. Do I imagine my voice reaches very far? Not really. But it only takes 1. And if anyone else can be prompted to keep sharing their gloriously weird human mind in whatever authentic way makes sense to them, then it's all worth it. It has always been worth it.

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