All the different ideas I used to write down now feel so cheap. Back then, because there were not many people who could actually build those ideas, I thought they were precious. I had plenty of time to slowly polish them. At that time, even casually making a prototype of one idea would make a lot of people appreciate it. But now I only need one day to polish it into shape… and then it is just for my own amusement.

So what if I have more time now? It feels like my own understanding still cannot support anything more creative. Who knows whether, in a few days, AI will evolve again and easily build some complicated idea I had been thinking so hard about?

Research like Fei-Fei Li’s, the kind that is interesting and difficult, is not something I can do alone. The things I can make cannot change the world either. It really is sad. When will I become a master?