Who are the pistol shrimps of the AI revolution?

I’ve been asking myself this from Kefalonia, an island carved by light, limestone and deep time.

At Emplessi Beach, I floated on my back and heard the sea giggle - a soft, fizzy welcome home. Later, in the Melissani and Drogarati caves, I stood among stalactites formed drop by drop over millions of years. Water becoming architecture. Time becoming touch…