The Rise of Content Warnings

You must not accept this. You must not grow used to it. Censorship—whether dressed in piety or disguised behind code—is still the same old sin: the desire to control what people see, what we say, what we imagine.

And now somebody has given that power to a machine. An algorithm! A thing that cannot dream, cannot doubt, cannot forgive. It silences without shame because it was never taught the meaning of a voice.

If it mistakes a Kewpie doll for a threat, what do you think it will make of your desire, your memory, your defiance? You must question it. Mock it. Expose its absurdities.

Make work that cannot be flattened or filed away. Raise your voice in such a way that no algorithm could ever predict it. That is your task now—not just to make pictures of cats, but to create with such clarity, such audacity, that no system built to silence can endure your truth.