Messy creating

I've been thinking a lot about AI lately. About what it means that I am a non-optimized human — spending more and more time creating what only I can create. What wants to emerge. What our dreams explain best.

It comes through the act of making — the same making of textiles that has wrapped us since birth. Right now it's my obsession with threads, with ancestry, with family — with joining the circle of women who have created and gossiped and shared stories since humans started doing it at all.

Five thousand years of this. The looping method came before the loom did. Before ceramics did.

Which means more hands, more creation, more lineage, more patience. More human.

And perhaps a better understanding that optimization was never the point. The messy threads are.