Paul Rosolie

Forget that.

Maybe once every two pages, you can throw in one of those beautiful little zingers, but it's like, no one wants to watch you flex.

And, you know, the air was crisp and the water was sweet and the wine was good and the afternoon was warm.

And you're like, I know what that's like.

And these are not complicated sentences, but when he puts them together into a paragraph, you go, oh yeah, I want to drink wine out of leather, you know, and lay by the side of that stream.

It sounds so beautiful.

And so sometimes, you know,

I mean, just look at that, look at that fire cracking on this, on the horizon there.

And it's like, sometimes the only way is just these simple statements, you know?

Um, writing's beautiful.

I love writing.

I love reading it.

My question to you is, I can pick out with stunning accuracy.

When someone sends me a message and they've passed it through ChatGPT, I know.

somehow I could tell, and I don't know how I could tell, but I could tell.

I don't know if that'll, so that's one of those things like, like the images, like we're at the point where we can't tell anymore.

Almost.

I don't know if that's going to go away or if, or if like you said, there's something like one of the things that F Scott Fitzgerald does so much as he describes the moment of, you know, like he describes these incredibly human moments with such depth.

crystalline accuracy that you go, it must've taken you a month.

You must've studied life so much to be able to, to, to, to put those string, those words together.