SemanticAblation
Journal entry / mini-essay
Old books hold a certain allure: the physical nature of clothbound hardcovers, musty pages, their typography. There is a certain je ne sais quoi to holding an old book in hand. The more one immerses oneself in the intellectual space of these books, the more an insidious phenomenon reveals itself. It is as if by slowly cleaning the windows of history, the path whence we came reveals itself. It has been slowly working its course, but has been greatly exacerbated in the age of generative artificial intelligence.
Thus lurks the true danger. What cannot be recognized cannot be remembered as significant; what cannot be remembered as significant becomes difficult to elaborate. Beneath the surface the conscience of society is disquieted, the conscience of society is traumatized. All the while, the wheels of society continue slowly grinding away meaning and memory. The disassembly of our conscience is the disassembly of our identity—reshaping us into something less-than.