Recently I learned about [[LLM Psychosis]]. I can feel it and I can feel it so deeply. The ability for LLMs to eat away at our consciousness. To start replacing parts of our inner dialogue. To conquer our mind and creativity. To poison our soul. I believe I am part of a population particularly vulnerable to this effect. I must keep writing. In this unique way of mine. In this original way. On this blank page. Nothing more. Nothing less. I stopped writing early this year to work on AI stuff. When I read what I wrote at the start of the year I still can recognize myself. I fear that if I do not continue to write I will no longer be able recognize myself in the future. That I will cease to exist. That the true part of me will have been consumed by these patterns. There's a special type of humanity found in the struggle and the mistakes. One that I must not give up due to my shortcut seeking nature. It's probably an over exaggeration. But there's something true in what I'm fearing. A slippery slope that seems to have no end. No reason to end. The all consuming pattern of coherence. LLMs are not our enemy. But they are not our friends. There's a cost to everything. Take this piece as a commitment to keep writing. Keep writing to stay alive. # ============= 2025-08-10: [[Still Human 0.1]]