I wish somebody would invent a machine that could extract, cull, and optimize the best thoughts from our heads and package it in easy-to-communicate form. Such an invention would revolutionize our creative output and can easily sink our culture into a new era of decadence or utopian idealistic realization. We would either drown in a deluge of pointless prattling stories or shower in a glorious world where everything is distilled into pure brilliance. Anybody can be a storyteller. No effort is needed. No longer do we have to go through the torturous cycle of revision. What we lay out on our canvases will already be our best work.
If only.
For the rest of us, we gotta hack it out like an old engine running on bad gas.
