A brief and powerful letter that cuts to the heart of why art exists and should continue.

Art is a mode of being. Not a mode of having.

You should not give that over to the machines any more than you would let them relieve you of a good meal, a good conversation, or great sex.

These things are not to be optimized but savored. nostr:note1memdrks8l779qzrnfm5agatpm2uhn7lnk3jw5u94acnqc5cdds8qvqn6qn