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On Writing

A text I wrote myself smelled of artificial intelligence — yet not a single word of it was the machine's work. A note on “flawless” prose and the writer's voice that gets lost in today's polished web.

After months, I finally sat down to write for my site.

Midway through writing, I realized something strange:

The text I had written myself smelled strongly of artificial intelligence!

And stranger still...

not even a single word of it was the machine's doing.

At first it made me laugh. What do you mean? I wrote it myself!

Then I understood where the problem was...

For years I had learned to write elegantly, literately, flawlessly.

Ironed-out words. Tidy sentences.

Oblivious to the fact that AI has turned precisely that kind of “flawless” writing into something utterly ready-made.

The web is flooded with texts that were polished beautifully...

yet no one is truly present inside them.

All of them clean. All of them tidy. All of them talking the same.

When a piece of writing is only “pretty,” but the writer's voice can't be heard in it...

it no longer matters whether a human wrote it or a machine!

The rules of the game have changed.

“Writing well” alone is no longer enough.

Today we need to understand how machines write;

not so we can write like them... exactly the opposite!

To understand where the machine becomes flawless to a fault, and empties the text of “the real human voice.”

The era of “polished, one-size-fits-all writing” is over.

Today an artist stands apart through the one thing no algorithm can copy:

their opinion.

their angle of view.

and the wound only they have lived through.