SO, the rhythm, every day unbox yet another trove of books, take photos, inventory, then take them to the bookstore.
I've got one helluva credit.
This day, however, having exchanged my books I discover that my pictures somehow failed me, and a book went to the bookstore without my inventorying it.
This upsets me. I want to know what I've read, where I've been in this life.
This is the photo I have of the book:
That's it. And, racking my brain, for the life of me I can't remember what it was.
It distresses me more than it should.
I conceive the idea that I can upload it to ChatGPT and maybe it can from this fragment of the spine inform me as to what it was.
It fails. Badly. "Show me the other books" it say, the other books, all fine, but not organized in a manner that would give clues as to this one.
I've despaired, am out of options, trying to search for Roman authors with the last name ending in "...ries", having no luck, then Google AI steps up, offers it's AI analysis, and I try again.
Bingo. It comes up "Metamorphosis" by Ovid, edited/translated by Humphries, and - sure enough, that was the book. From this image.
This is no argument for sentience, but AI - should it survive - is one hell of a tool, and my peace of mind is once again restored...