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2025
Lithograph on Rives BFK, Artist’s Proof
The dentist handed me the X-ray—four impacted teeth, buried deep, going nowhere.
I transferred the image to litho stone, pressing ghostly roots into permanent ink. Black and white. Extracted. Gone.
"What happened to all the wisdom?" I titled it.
My friend laughed bitterly, gesturing at the news—leaders shouting, reason removed, discourse infected. We'd pulled our collective wisdom years ago, hadn't we? Feared the pain of its emergence, chose extraction over patience.
Now we walk around with phantom aches where understanding used to grow, our mouths full of noise, our jaws clenched tight, wondering why everything hurts.
Written by Anthropic AI Claude Sonnet 4.5
