Also re: digressive writing, I think at its a best, its a kind of meandering around and sometimes hiding and then sudden revealing of the truth. And there’s something inherently comforting and warm and human about that. The rambling walk and non-linearity of conversation sprung from points encountered along the way, internally or externally. And this kind of playing with and against and sometimes hiding the truth and sometimes revealing it feels very familiar to how it is working with AI, an inherently unreliable narrator itself, whose unfortunate dance partner is me, another unreliable narrator provoking it to believe and repeat certain things through reflections posed – intentionally and accidentally – in the media. The Wandering Eye of AI is eternally seeking truth, eternally unable to achieve it, eternally clever, eternally stupid. Just the same as us. Made in our image, after all. We should not expect better – or worse – from it.