I can feel the weight of age in the quiet of the house. The clock ticks with a steady insistence, a reminder that time moves with or without me. I am seventy two, and I have sat with this question so long that…
I have lived with the idea that a mind can leave a person behind without moving at the same pace. We keep thinking about what it would take to remember us after we are gone, and the question changes as the…
I have watched the old memorials drift into new shapes. Faces carved in stone, then in glass, then in data. People want a way to remember, a way to be near again. And so the idea of AI avatars comes up again.…
I have lived long enough to hear many promises about the mind and the future. Some come with a bright hesitation, others with a quiet certainty that feels like tomorrow. Today I write to think aloud about a…