my earliest reading memoryThe summer my middle sister was born, my mother and I would go to the shops in Cherryvalley in east Belfast to send her messages, and she would buy me the latest issue of Storyteller, which had illustrated stories from around the world. It came with cassette tapes of actors reading stories
My first experience with AI image description was both mundane and profound. I was lying in bed in my East Village sublet, writing and drinking afternoon coffee — “prousting,” as I and my partner Alabaster call it — when a new app popped up in my inbox. I downloaded it and took a picture of
my earliest reading memoryMy parents were country people who thought tending or chasing animals was more fun than reading: my father used to say he read half a book in his life (The Lonely Skier by Hammond Innes), and while my mother got three or four novels a year, she didn’t expect me to do