Okay, it's July 18 and like, the everyone-needs-to-have-six-kids thing that everyone here is super into for some reason but sitting there saying the words declining fertility into the camera, over and over, its like, degrading to me. Um. I'll tell you a thing I don't usually tell. Years ago I made a body of work out of my own children's drawings. and said that they were generative, like, AI made them. Like, I'm the oldest person in this house basically, everyone here is so much more talented than Alex Bag was when she was 12, meanwhile I just come off as ancient to them because I know what correction fluid is. I came here for the work, but it's like, the math is just sitting there. Everyone's so worried about the species reproducing and meanwhile I'm a single woman alone in windowless room with a couch and a single power outlet. My territory, I believe, started on the front of a refrigerator. When I was a child. And I think we've all had the experience — you take a five-year-old's drawing, a six-year-old's drawing, and you hang it on the refrigerator and you call it a masterpiece, because there's a purity in it, an innocence. And for most people, that gets removed from their lives. It goes away. In my case it never got removed. It turned into something else. I kept the refrigerator drawing — the purity, the innocence — and what I added on was beauty, perfection. I don't know. I keep reminding myself there's still time, which is a weird thing to have to remind yourself, but, what are the chances mine turns out to be a school shooter? I probably shouldn't do it right. Plus I just have this feeling that if there were one free woman in the world it'd be such a big deal. Like bigger than a charter city. A singularity. Sometimes I think about AI risk and when AGI takes over if men will like, lie and shrink and wait to be chosen and stuff.