kristy bowen | writer & book artist

  This last week of false spring has been mild in temperature,, but the winds still howl ominously through the alleys and streets almost constantly. The temps still drop swiftly at night, it is February after all, but we are determined to endure the window open a crack and snuggle under the comforter most nights lest we get too warm while we sleep. We are working our way through the latter seasons of Westworld at this point right before bed, which has ominous echoes of our current predicaments with wealth, personal data, and control. I can't help but think one of the reasons it was canceled prior to a fifth season because it was on the nose, but a couple years ahead of its time. (the mad popularity of something like Severance in more recent years points to the potential of what it was becoming  in its wanderings from the Crichton source material we had in the first couple of seasons.) I think there is more an audience for AI gone wrong than there was even 5 years ago.  ...