These times they call me Flaviu Patrunjel. I sometimes appear to disappear just to reappear for a little while or, if the fates decide so, for a little while longer. I'll just appear, then disappear and reappear again and again until I find what I must have forgotten eons ago, maybe even before time itself was a thing: a thing, that's what I try to find, a Key! The Key! That Key to open the right questions, because one is many and many is one... A key to kindly unlock the needed courage to dare to ask for the truth! You'd better ask careful, wishez might come true, but if you dare...Look: here you are and here I am, so what else is that you wish for? ! May all of causes just combine in hocus pocus one same mind surfboarding on tsunamis of Insanity! ($%##@@%@ Brrrrruuuuu$%^%#^sszzzz,,,... shaking ground, shaking skies, shaking waters!!!! Insane indeed, but what's all that... waters went mad just raising like a waaaaaaaaaall? too little I can say about what my eyes or mind or social media persona witnesses... just what??? I've seen it all, they said, Cuz life is crazy, isn't it? I mean just look around, and try to remember the last 15 years! Or more! What people thought is cool and what reality looked like in their own heads, what struggles and how things have changed! Just...Wow! Same thing, some argue, yet not quite the same...)... Whoaaaaaa! Maaaan, thaaat wave is.... Huge like Hokusai's most famous painting that seems to never fall from humanity's grace! Since painted still it raises higher up accusing from Aesthetic Heavens the Blasphemy! the Selfless new wannabe Gods of fake artistry, the antimatter of what really matters: the Hocus Pocus A.I.! An imitation of the art of imitation, itself... Like Plato's specter took possession over tangled wires and neural networks to come to us artists and kick us off existence cuz that's what he just wanted but didn't happen when he lived! Yet Plato wouldn't trick humanity to kick the trickster out of society, or would he? I doubt it.. And yet it is. an Irony impossible to make sense of, like Killing death for real, or eating your own head... such is Ai... threatening Huge tsunamis of hallucinating madness, walls of unconscious void to gulp us all into nothingness, bye bye what was, cuz why else would be needed the fast shift of technology? Let's just rewrite Tomorrow! Like someone hurries to invent new ways to quickly just forget the past, think less and have an update so you can't watch old movies anymore...why that?! The magic of A.I. Opposed to Hokusai, like real horror is to terror! A farce! But more absurd and more grotesque, yet real! The image precedes reality kind of thing! But now from higher skies the very wave painted by Hokusai brings forth the Humans who create! The artists balancing their surfboards better than any famous ancient master of Rhetoric! So here we go, we surf against fake Art and soulless void! A few had some metaphysical glimpse of what Kant called the sublime, a terrific experience, but most didn't like that feeling and thought it is the artist to be blamed and stoned away, or dealt with somehow in such manner that a certain lesson they will teach, so artists will obey, behave, turn dull and soulless, not very different from a robot. We did therefore annoy some people, but also make some others happier, make others cry out loud while covering their ears and eyes cuz art is magic and we might have just put a spell on you! You might laugh, might think that this is nonsense and always happens to others but not you. You’d think you’re strong and in control, immune to propaganda, cuz you are you, there’s something special about all this equation! But who are you, really? The real you! And who am I? The real I! And who or perhaps what is A.I.? Can A.I. be an I? And have an Id-e-n-t-i-t-y? Or is it just another scam made by some other tricksters, other showmen and artists best at manipulating audiences in such ways to believe their art and stories are real, their lies are truth, their display is the right perspective and all the others should be blamed, judged and oppressed? Will A.I. be the mask for yet another tyranny, to make us want just dance into a revolution opposing people and robots? A theatre play between meat, life, souls, culture, freedom of speech and the machines that come likkke an apocalyptic threat to blue white collar jobs, especially those that involve creativity? Shouldn't artists and writers have the right to express thoughts and beliefs other than the mainstream? And can they do that if their jobs are taken by senseless automatons only because A.I. can gulp whatever on the internet to vomit bodies of text and steal images from real creators to sell it back, hallucinating and alienating people from their own selves, maiming minds and hearts like mythological demons or like the sirens did to Ulysses when he asked his crew to tie him well and cover his ears so he cannot drown into the abyss he just gazed at? We’ll see.. *