#piano

Musing on the state of technology I guess--the theft and reproduction of music and writing and visual art, the identity theft, the AI agents that threaten people and publish attack pieces, and the ways people can react to AI competition by emphasizing the raw, human qualities

I’m already obsolete Guys like me are dime a dozen I’m just a sack of meat And yet I can sing with meaning sometimes

I hope that you don’t find me In the bowels of a machine put my ghost to rest in just your memories that’s where I want to be that’s where I want to be

It might have my face It might have my name It might have my gait But it won’t waste some days on puzzle games It might have my voice It might have my words It might have my texts But tell me, friend, do you still recognize me

Chasing down its goal by any means Never tiring or compromising Couldn’t be me That’s an ideology of a being without a circadian rhythm

You can let your ragged edges show Go down like glass and let it have a choke But that too is shaping yourself to be swallowed

It might have my past It might have my tasks It might have contacts But it won’t have my irrational backlash It might have my smile It might have my files It might have my whole library But tell me, friend, do you still recognize me