When we increasingly turn to AI to produce written work with just the click of a button, we risk not only eroding our capacity to imagine and give form to ideas, but we also strip writing of the mysterious process that makes it alive and meaningful. This week, Stephanie Krzywonos explores how the age-old labor of writing has always been a profoundly embodied act, and considers how all our creations, whether impressed in clay or typed on a computer, are microcosms of Earth’s own generativity. As AI increasingly does work for us, she wonders if we are closing ourselves off from the intelligence of the Earth.

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Illustration by Aldo Jarillo.