Author: Gregory Greenleaf

What follows is the first paragraph of a college admissions essay I asked the artificial intelligence program ChatGPT to write for me.
“As a high school student, I have always been drawn to the idea of working in the field of archaeology. While many of my classmates dream of becoming doctors or lawyers, I have always been drawn to the idea of exploring the past and uncovering the secrets that have been hidden beneath the earth for centuries.”

I am standing in my backyard and looking up into a tree. Beside me is my loyal black Lab, Echo. He is looking up into the same tree.

Not too long ago I came home from my real job and, upon entering my real home, where my real wife and real kids and real pets live, I saw my real wife pulling out of a shopping bag a real plant.

It was while we were returning from a dad and daughters fishing and swimming trip in Woolwich that Molly mentioned that Calliope, the youngest child, was bleeding.

Sometimes the divide between horror and comedy is not so wide that you have to back up several feet and get a running start to jump across, and even then, feel your heel scrape against the emptiness of the chasm below as you land safely on the other side.