Recently, I posted about a fiction book that changed my life. Within minutes, the replies flooded in: "can u pls summarize?" "what's the main point?" "tldr?"
And I responded. But I felt frustrated.
Because it felt like asking someone to summarize a kiss. Like requesting the bullet points of grief. Like demanding the key takeaways about laughing until your stomach hurts.
Of course, I'm a dramatic person. And this was, perhaps, a dramatic frustration. But this isn't just about books. This compression sickness has infected everything.
We've created a culture that treats depth like inefficiency. One that wants lovewithout awkwardness, wisdom without confusion, transformation without the growing pains that crack us open and rebuild us from the inside out. And in doing so, we've accidentally engineered away the most essentially human experiences: the productive confusion of not knowing, the generative power of sitting with difficulty, the transformative potential of things that resist compression.
https://maalvika.substack.com/p/compression-culture-is-making-you
AI for Dummies: AI Turns Us Into Dummies
Given that AI is fundamentally incapable of performing the tasks required for authentic innovation, we're de-learning how to innovate.
https://charleshughsmith.substack.com/p/ai-for-dummies-ai-turns-us-into-dummies