My family, like many others, sends out an annual at the end of December — or, more realistically, the beginning of January. The page-long note accompanies a smiley holiday card and summarizes the twelve months prior in sweeping, unspecific terms to a selection of friends and family. This year, we asked artificial intelligence to write the letter for us, using a platform called ChatGPT. The decision was born, in small part, out of procrastination, and in large part, out of curiosity. What we anticipated when we input the prompt was amusement. What we did not expect was accuracy.
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the warmth of the sun
its warmth like a hot shower
burns my back bright red
A Flame, A Poem
Unbreakable, indestructible.
Read moreWrite of Mourning, A Poem
The clocks mourn the loss, making the lost worthy of being a memory.
Read moreCloseness, A Poem
I (once) looked at you with everything.
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I write to remember, to understand and to heal. Journaling has the power to express emotions, to write history, to dissect problems.
Read more"Fantasy," A Short Story
Outside, the sky is smeared with chocolate. The lights are faint and ominous. My tall, gigantic windows are still and gentle, leaving no trace of wet rain or powered snow.
Read more"Ghosts," A Poem
Absorbing every piece of light, before the world gets darker.
Read more"Chariot of Memories," A Poem
Always staring out the window, I see the flash of thunder before the roar of the lion.
Read more“What’s Wrong,” A Poem
They ask me what’s wrong and it sets in.
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