AI, Hieronymus Bosch and My Diary (April 16)

Today is April 16, 2023, and that's good.

















These images were generated on Dreamlike according to my prompts


The more we think about the war, the less we believe in its reality, the less adequately we perceive it. I noticed that many of my friends talk about the current war as a media and almost fictional event, discussing it in the same terms and concepts in which it is customary to talk about TV shows. The concepts of logic and plausibility, guilt and retribution, almost good and evil, seem to be borrowed from reviews on some film portal, where the rating of a film product is awarded not even by professional critics and filmmakers, but by the philistine audience.

They say that this is how a person works, we all tend to somehow fence ourselves off from the terrible reality, and due to the current popularity of the genre of series, it is logical that the war is also perceived as a series, especially since it has clearly passed "into the second season." In the last century, war would have been compared to books, but in the next century, there will probably be some kind of virtual interactive entertainment, broadcast directly to the brain through implants. That's true. But damn it, that's not true at all.

Reasonable reasoning, a detached tone, sometimes even irony - all this present only because the war is somewhere far away from a person, and there is no likelihood that in the foreseeable future it will come to a person’s house. If we assume, even for a second, that it is precisely this person, this ironic critic, tomorrow will lose his home, or his child, or his legs, or all of these at the same time - then all "twists", "triggers" and other "cliffhangers" would fly out of his head instantly.
And someone lives in this reality without any "if". Every day, millions of people. Millions of people. Every day.