Author: Ryan Rivera

  • Proof of Human

    Proof of Human

    Suspicion hung on glances cast across the table. Sweat beaded on our brows. The heater blew hot air into the already sweltering room. It was a random hot November day. The quick switch in temperature left no time for the climate control system to adjust, the machinery just kept pumping out heat like it was…

  • Shedding the Canvas

    Shedding the Canvas

    The painting hung before me. At nine by seventeen feet, its presence dominated the room and its scale enveloped my attention. I sat on a bench in the gallery and let the chaotic splatters and kinetic streaks pull me into Jackson Pollock’s world. I was on the fourth floor of MoMA, sitting next to an…

  • 8:05 PM, 8:14 PM

    8:05 PM, 8:14 PM

    I timed the conclusion of my martini for exactly 8:05 pm. I sat at the lobby bar of the Algonquin hotel. Two women from Texas sat next to me. One, a woman named Nora from Dallas, was already a few sheets to the wind. The scent of juniper mingled with her sweet perfume. Rocco was…

  • Catching a Vibe

    Catching a Vibe

    I’m not very good at woodwork. I learned this the hard way when I took a sculpture class in college and decided, for reasons I can no longer fully recall, to build a Trojan horse. I’d imagine I wanted to say something about infiltration—this was 1999 after all. I had a sketch. I had the…

  • A Context. A Frame.

    A Context. A Frame.

    It feels like my body has been stuck in survival mode for years. Like there is a persistent threat looming above. Part of it, I’m sure, is the 24-hour news cycle, American and global politics, social media feeds ratcheting up FOMO. There’s the reality of AI displacement and its related doom cycles. But I can…

  • This. Changes. Everything.

    This. Changes. Everything.

    Imagine a wooded landscape. A man, mud and clay applied in lines to his face and torso, grunts and howls as he smashes two rocks together over a pile of dried grass. Twigs stick out from around the edges. A spark flies off the flint and ignites the kindling into a small blaze. The man…

  • Death and The Human Advantage

    Death and The Human Advantage

    “AI passed the LSAT. AI won a writing prize. AI can out-code most early career coders. AI, AI, AI! AI is better than you. You should probably get a job in healthcare. Just not radiology, AI is really good at that.”  The advancements—never ending. The psychological toll—immense. Can I stay ahead of AI long enough…