What draws me to nature is how persistently it defies capture. I could count each blade of grass, every worm, ant, bud, and splat of bird-shit, and still know nothing about this meadow. It’d be about as useful as counting grains of sand on a beach.
Claire L. Evans
Claire beautifully captures the naivety and ignorance of us attempting to imitate life in the false pursuit of the real. Just as @atomless writes in Preditive Capital “The map does not precede the territory — it becomes the only territory permitted to appear.”, Claire points to the persistent confusion of mixing up the map with the territory, and conflating the output of these (AI) models with intelligence itself.
Cover: David Hockney, The Arrival of Spring, Normandy, 2020.
