Why I’m Setting Aside This Little Plot of Land

The truth is, most of the posts on this blog were written with help from AI.

I even admitted as much in the post “So Efficient It Doesn’t Feel Like Me”: gathering information, organizing ideas, even drafting the final piece—AI is absurdly fast at all of it, and I’ve long since become unable to do without it.

But precisely because I can’t do without it, I’ve found myself wanting more and more to leave one place untouched by it.

Starting today, this place is called Lubw Plazza (not really

This Place Is Called “Pure Handmade”

From today on, any article tagged “Pure Handmade” means:

Every single word was typed out by me, with my own hands. No AI ghostwriting, and no AI polishing.

In this section, AI can be a tool, but it cannot be the pen.

Looking things up, asking a question—that’s fine. Writing a sentence for me—not fine.

Whatever state I’m in when I write, that’s the state it stays in. I won’t go back and make it prettier.

For Myself, Many Years From Now

The articles you see here are the ones I was still willing to write word by word in the age of AI. They may be imperfect, unsystematic, even naive—but they are real. No AI helped me filter out hesitation, smooth over my temper, or flatten my panic.

I hope that many years from now, when you find your way back here, you’ll still remember which desk you were sitting at when you wrote these words, and what you were feeling then.