February 13, 2026 Paid subscribers
I Wrote This With AI
On Genius, Cheapened Signals, and the Ceiling That Machines Cannot Reach
I thought through much of this article while rollerblading in Santa Monica, talking out loud to Meta AI through my glasses.
Later, I sat back as Full Self-Driving handled the long stretch to Malibu for an early surf, continuing the same conversation. There’s something surreal about being chauffeured by your own car while debating the implications of artificial intelligence. The steering wheel turns. The traffic flows. And you’re left with mental space you didn’t used to have.
What struck me in those moments wasn’t that technology was replacing me.
It was that it was creating space.
As a psychotherapist, I spend my days listening beneath language. I listen for what is under the words. For the emotional charge not yet named. For the meaning that precedes explanation. My work is not about producing speech. It’s about discerning what is actually there.