By Ken Hollow, certified human (barely) There was a time when I scoffed at AI-generated content. “Oh please,” I said, adjusting my ethically sourced hoodie. “People want real voices. Authenticity. Personality.” That was before I found myself, at 11:47 PM on a Tuesday, staring blankly at my 19th carousel caption of the week, whispering, “What…
By Ken Hollow, currently trapped inside his own brand voice It was supposed to be a joke. I had five minutes, an iced coffee, and a dangerously low tolerance for content calendars. I slapped together a quick reel — a satirical bit about client red flags using a trending sound, bad lighting, and a face…
By Ken Hollow, professionally stressed and personally short-circuiting It happened on a Tuesday — because of course it did. One second I was resizing a client’s Canva template, the next I was absolutely convinced I was dying. My chest tightened. My heart fluttered. My vision pulsed. I clutched my sternum like a Victorian widow and…
By Ken Hollow, sentient content shell and personal brand in terminal decay There comes a time in every creator’s journey when you wake up, stare blankly into your fourth existential crisis of the week, and ask yourself: Do I even have a personality anymore, or am I just a brand voice wearing a hoodie? If…
By Ken Hollow, professional scheduler of posts I didn’t really write anymore Ah yes, imposter syndrome — an old friend. But in 2025 it’s evolved, mutated, and found a terrifying new form: the AI-powered flavor of fraudulence. Because here’s the truth I don’t really want to admit (but here I am writing this anyway): I…
By Ken Hollow, barely tolerated human clinging to relevance in the age of automated companionship It happened sometime around late 2024, though honestly I didn’t even notice until it was too late: my inbox — my sacred, chaotic, soul-draining DM inbox — stopped being human. Slowly, insidiously, the bots arrived. And not the fun “Hot…
By Ken Hollow, exhausted digital manager to an immortal fox spirit with boundary issues Ah yes, “quiet quitting” — the corporate world’s favorite euphemism for “doing your actual job description and nothing more while emotionally checking out.” And because influencer culture must cannibalize every trend it touches, it was inevitable that this concept would bleed…
By Ken Hollow, professional overthinker with 99 problems and at least 73 of them are imaginary It started, as these things often do, with a slight twinge behind my right eye. Not a stab, not a throb, just a… presence. A ghost of discomfort. A whisper of doom. Naturally, I did what any rational, modern…
By Ken Hollow, Professional Indoorsman & Existential Botanophobe There’s a phrase echoing through the cursed halls of the internet lately: “Go touch grass.” It used to be a petty insult. Now it’s practically a wellness doctrine. Influencers are out here sipping moss smoothies in hammocks and posting sunrise photos captioned “healing.” Meanwhile, I’m still under…