There was a time when the aroma of a freshly fried samosa was enough to make us hungry. When we scrolled through recipes, we wanted to try them, taste them, and share them with loved ones. But today, we’re glued to videos where AI crocodiles cook samosas or giant burgers come alive. We don’t smell, touch, or taste. We are hooked on watching unrealistic things. Food has become pixels on a screen, perfectly animated, but empty of warmth and flavour.
The same story unfolds in fashion. If the make-up craze wasn’t already taking over our feeds, AI has now turned every face into that of a model. Filters blur imperfections, AI tools reshape identities, and even babies are seen ramp-walking in digital couture. Everyone looks flawless, but no one looks real. The individuality that once defined beauty has been replaced by algorithmic perfection.
Travel, too, has lost its thrill. Once, the dream of an evening in Paris or walking through the streets of Santorini pushed us to work harder, save more, and experience life firsthand. Now, with a few clicks, AI can create an image of us sipping wine in Paris, even if we’re sitting on our couch in pajamas. The world has become an illusion, a perfectly designed postcard, that requires no passport, no journey, no memory.
In this flood of AI-generated perfection, I find myself missing reality. I miss imperfect faces, real food, unexpected journeys, and human laughter that can’t be edited. I miss conversations without filters, experiences without prompts, and emotions that no algorithm can replicate…
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