I've been deliberately quiet about AI. Not because I don't have thoughts but because the conversation has felt so loud, so performative, and pointed in all directions.
I wrote something less certain and more honest, if not a little anxious.
This piece has zero conclusions, zero productivity hacks, and zero promises of becoming a one-person million-dollar studio.
Instead, I offer my brain, 30 years of craft anxiety, a Marinetti reference, and the admission that I still don't know which way to fall. It's neither a condemnation nor a love letter. It's just where I actually am.

