Artificial Integrity is a Bigger Threat to Community

Let people be—the world shrinks with internet access, genuine connection is rare. none of us is who we claim we walk, talk, write mostly in clichés with breathtaking phrases we para-plagiarize unknowingly. most of what we do lacks purpose the problem, as I see it: too much focus on another's porridge not enough care on the hungry human bidding for connection. maybe they started with an AI handshake fixing grammar, or their confidence how is your dog threatened? what is this race? can you articulate your itch, scratch some compassion off your backside full of insincere rage in the name of artistic integrity? no shade, we've all been there, hot takes aren't wrong just incomplete, one-dimensional slices angled to amuse bored strangers chasing a boogeyman for an imaginary win on the internet. spoiler alert, losing the plot like this makes it tough to spot the bad guy. Frost wasn't the first to find two roads where snow fell long before a self-centered poet stood cold. tend your side of the forest avoid contests with borrowed words but if you enter a collaboration, I'll cheer your trophy as loud as mine. which means I'll likely not mention it if you know me—I'm loathe to leave comments, not for lack of seeing the talent or appreciating recognition, but like my poetry, I fear misunderstanding.