Fishing with Papa: Hemingway’s Lesson on Art, Algorithms, and Authenticity
- Nick Ho
- Dec 21, 2024
- 2 min read
Updated: Mar 5
[📖 Prefer reading? Here's the story in script format.] ⬇
(Scene: By the River, late afternoon. YOU and HEMINGWAY sit side by side, fishing rods in hand.)
You: I’m tired, Hem.
Hemingway: Then rest.
You: I don’t mean physically. I’m tired of… all of it. Creating something, and then watching it sink. A few likes. A few views. It’s like screaming into the void.
Hemingway: Screaming won’t catch a fish.
You: I know. But it’s like no one even notices the hook’s in the water. What’s the point?
Hemingway: The point is the cast.
You: That’s easy to say when you’re Hemingway! You didn’t have to fight algorithms.
Hemingway: No, I fought editors, critics, and drunks in bars. Everyone fights something.
You: I feel like I’m not making art anymore. People like seeing cats, so everyone draws them—cats fishing, cats skiing, cats being cute. It all feels so pointless.
Hemingway: But why do they keep drawing them?
You: Because it works. I mean, why fill the world with cats and dogs when what really matters in this world is humans?
Hemingway: Don’t care about what other artists do. Draw what you think is important.
You: But it’s hard. Everyone’s shouting, and if you don’t shout louder, you disappear.
Hemingway: You’re fishing in the wrong stream.
You: What does that mean?
Hemingway: Who’s your audience?
You: Anyone. Everyone.
Hemingway: That’s your problem. Draw for someone who’ll feel it.
You: What if they never see it?
Hemingway: Your work will find them if it’s good enough.
You: So what would you do if you were a writer in this age?
Hemingway: Write.
You: Come on, seriously.
Hemingway: I’m serious. I’d write, then find the people who need to read it. Whether that’s five or five thousand.
You: And if they don’t come?
Hemingway: Then you keep writing. The work is the reward. Not the likes.
(His rod suddenly bends, the line pulling tight.)
Hemingway: Got one!
(He reels in a shining fish, holding it up with a grin.)
You: Of course you did.
Hemingway: Now go catch yours.
(You pick up your rod again, the weight in your chest a little lighter.)
(Posted on Threads on 18.12.2024)

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