Equal Ground

Blue-white ray blaring, a person in his teens browsing the feed, mechanical rhythmic clicking at intervals. A feed curated to his needs, he scrolls past and then refreshes. None of these platforms sell content. They sell the conditions for wandering. It's just threads, prompted the hell out, automated to give out content.

There is no content, no ads, just a place where ease of access has made it an equal ground.

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Something different, something he can prompt for himself. A skill he developed, quite an unusual one in these modern times, deprompting. Seeing something and removing all the externalities, the music, the extra effects. He is like a viewer removing the odd information and seeing away from the thriller what the director has in mind.

An old video pops up. No music. No cuts. Just a person ranting. Raw and unfiltered.

The things in his mind, obsessed the way its structured, looking at it, seems poor no execution, just a camera shaking, no edits just a normal video no subtitles.

"The phrasing could be so much better, music could add so much value."
A video that makes him look clueless, he cannot get to the bottom of this.

"No prompt, I see."

Problem is not prompting, he could find a way to prompt it.
Should I be doing that, he questions.

He doesn't realize it, but what he is doing right now, browsing, feeling, noticing, getting pulled in, getting inspired, that is the creative process.
He could use AI to replicate those old formats. But the value isn't the format. It's the rabbit hole itself. The wandering. The human act of being moved by something and not knowing why. He didn't prompt it. He found it. Leaving AI aside, that is still what creation looks like.

Entry for the contest: Daily Prompts for FreeWriters
Prompt: Leaving AI aside

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