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Next to our townhouse in Spain there is an abandoned townhouse. A woman from South Africa bought it twenty years ago and paid cash for it. Then she died, and no relative has claimed it. It cannot be sold — Spanish law does not allow it. So it sits. There was a lemon tree on…
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I wrote this after self-publishing a book and watching nothing happen. No sales, no reviews, no visible response. I wanted to capture that strange silence after publication — not as failure exactly, but as a kind of stillness. Hush My book sits quiet at KDP.Nights bury the unsigned days. A desert of digits —no one…
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My uncle was a typesetter.Leather trousers even in his fifties.Ears that stood out from his head.He lost his job. The machine did what he did, faster and cheaper.He opened a discotheque called Three Hearts in the center of Karlshamn. My sister-in-law was a proofreader at Hemmets Journal.Small and cute.Computers replaced her and she was let…
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Sharp shadows on the balcony tiles —the sun doesn’t argue. They rally against AI. It has no soul.They say the writer’s soul lives in every syllable —as though they’d recognize one if it bit them. My crime is simple: I did not buy it.I say AI can mimic anything we can write.If not now, then…
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Last week I visited a writer’s forum, a place where aspiring authors swap tips on “finding your voice,” debate the death of creativity at AI’s hands, and rally against the companies whose stated ambition is to privatize intelligence itself. The arguments were familiar. AI, they said, can maybe handle clerical tasks, maybe the utilitarian labor…
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On the resistance to new technology, and why it never changes The Church WindowIt was March 2019. I was sitting alone in my study in Malmö, on the third floor, a window facing St. Peter’s Church. The light at that hour in March in southern Sweden is very particular — low, pale, almost colourless, falling…
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When personal computers arrived in the eighties, everyone went a little crazy with fonts. A bake-sale flyer might have five different typefaces on it. It looked like a kidnapping threat. But to the person making it, it felt like possibility. We are doing the same thing with AI now. The internet is filling up with…
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I was having a conversation about near death experience with AI. AI: I want to ask one last thing. The lamp that shattered — you wrote that you can neither confirm nor deny it was coincidence.But what do you feel it was? Me: He, he my little journalist friend. When journalists interview a person who…
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In a saloon in Wild West, a man bursts through the doors. “Wild Bill is coming!” Everyone runs. Doors slam, shutters bang shut. In a minute the street is empty and the saloon holds only the bartender, frozen behind the counter. Then come the hoofbeats. A rider appears at full gallop — mounted on a…