February Rode in on the Back of a Storm

sounds better than "the world feels like it's disintegrating"?

I really hate the forcible injection of so-called “AI” so-called “assistance” in every app. I. Am. Typing. The. Words. I. Want. To. Appear. When I need help, I will ask. I mean, probably not you, mindless homunculus of silicon; I’ll probably ask my friends, my spiritual ancestors, the feral cat that likes to lounge on a nearby pile of roofing shingles, and maybe the Kentucky coffee tree (Gymnocladus dioicus) leaves blowing past me in the wind. In the meantime, please be rocks.