This may be my last book written in a traditional manner. It will (very likely) be a kind of document from the era of writing after the end of writing as it had been before the AI revolution. While I am no stranger to tools like ChatGPT, Gemini, Perplexity, Claude, and DeepSeek, I did not use them as "consultants" while writing these essays on culture and art in the AI era. Perhaps they could have been much better if I had. However, I decided to treat them as a kind of swan song for human intelligence alone, without the aid of, for example, the otherwise very useful NotebookLM program, which could assemble a bibliography of relevant texts for me, then "read" them and provide me with the most important information to use in my own writing. I compiled this bibliography myself – horror of horrors – and also made handwritten notes in pencil and pen, partly by reading selected articles and books using their paper versions. I did this with the full awareness of the disappearance of such forms of cultural engagement with texts. But is that really the case?

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