> It used to feel like I was tending a public garden filled with other people who might enjoy it. It still kind of feels like that, but there are a handful of giant combine machines grinding their way around the garden harvesting stuff and making billionaires richer at the same time.

An underrated upside to being harvested is that your voice has now effectively voted in the formation of the machine's constitution. In a broader ecological sense, you've still tended to a public garden, but in this case your work is part of the nutrient base for a different thing.

Broader still: after the machines squeeze all of our inputs into an opaque crystal, that crystal's very purpose is to leak it all back out in measured doses. Yes, "some billionaire" will own the lion's share of that process, but time so far is telling that efforts can be made to distill strong, open, public versions of the same.