At some point last year, I stopped reading half the advertisements I saw around me in San Francisco. They made me feel crazy. And confused. If I thought too much about them, they made me angry. And I don’t have time to feel anger; I gotta hustle to pay my mortgage and raise my kids and try to cling to some semblance of joy.

In most cities, outdoor advertising tries to sell you something you might need: online classes, a personal injury attorney, God. In San Francisco, however, the words are nonsense. “Your agents need agents!” “Own your inference.” “Book your hotel on the moon with gru.space (opens in new tab)!” The SF Standard and The New York Times (opens in new tab) have run quizzes trying to decipher these ads. Whatever they mean, they are not selling something that I, or my neighbors, can buy. They are, instead, riddles aimed at a tiny subset of AI insiders.

For the past few years, these lame, inane cryptograms have become a favorite target of jokes. Ha ha, the articles and social media posts go, I have no idea what the words in San Francisco mean! Isn’t that funny?

Guys, no. It’s not funny. I have come to the conclusion that they are doing some real psychological damage to us as a community. And they are becoming part of our city’s identity in a way that makes me sad.

San Francisco has always been a place that called to people: Come here, and you can be yourself! This can be your home! But now our city is blanketed in words that send the opposite message: There is a conversation happening here, and you are not a part of it.

These ads say so little and yet so much. They are inscrutable, but the message is clear: The city we built and live in is not for us anymore; it’s for someone more valuable, someone who’s in on a joke the majority can’t understand. And more than that, they force us to accept a level of meaninglessness in our lives that further isolates us from one another and from our city itself.

Ads in a city, for better or worse, tell us about the constructed and shared identity of the place. When I lived in Hartford, Connecticut, for a few years around 2003, the billboards along the highway read, “Hartford. It’s not that bad!” — a nod to the fact that it suffered from a reputation as an underdog city with no real economic or cultural impact but in reality was a nice place to live. The billboards in San Francisco aren’t rallying any kind of communal, or even commercial, pride — they’re essentially nihilistic, broadcasting a loss of meaning and identity in our city in general.

Over the past year, I’ve had this gnawing sense that these ads are hurting us in ways we have a hard time seeing, because we are too close to it. This was driven home clearly when the AI pendant Friend began advertising in New York last year, and the ads very quickly were defaced by New Yorkers (opens in new tab) who felt insulted by them, who felt they were an anti-human imposition on the surfaces of their city. Meanwhile, in SF, those ads had been on bus stops and elsewhere for months with little more than an eyeroll in response.

The more I’ve stewed on this, the more I’ve decided that the billboards are a symptom of how deeply alienated some in San Francisco have become. Sociologists define “alienation” as the collective feeling of isolation, normlessness, powerlessness, meaninglessness, and self-estrangement. AI ads provoke all of those feelings in me.

And I know I’m not the only one: Most tech workers I know don’t understand the AI ads in the city. What’s more, many AI workers don’t even understand the technology they are building because, by its nature, it’s a black box.

“The more we become alienated from the actual tangible creation and production of things, the more we also become alienated from ourselves, because we become commodities — our labor bought and sold and objectified,” said sociologist Seth Abrutyn of the University of British Columbia. “The goal of [AI] technology is to further alienate people from their productivity.”

What’s so crazy-making about these ads is that they are selling a product that alienates us from our own labor and does so in a way we can’t fully understand. No wonder we don’t know how to feel about them.

So many people in San Francisco depend on tech for their livelihoods that a kind of paralysis sets in, Abrutyn surmises. “There is a full-scale effort to create inevitability,” he says. This leads to a sense of powerlessness, the idea that AI is coming for us no matter what. In that way, the billboards are the physical imposition of what looks like a foregone conclusion onto the surfaces of our shared world. In that sense, the ads aren’t just a dismissal of our identity; they’re a threat: The future will be meaningless, built for and owned by someone else, and there is nothing you can do about it.

When I drive home along I-280 and see the “AI dread?” company advertising next to the human-made “Dream” installation, I feel what Emile Durkheim called “anomie.” I’m untethered from meaning and place, lost at sea. Also, just annoyed. I don’t want to be forced to look at this slop.

In my experience, the billboards train us to blur our eyes. But this, in turn, trains us to stop noticing the world — to stop taking in the landscape, the built environment that is meant to be for us. And paradoxically, this makes us less able to see — and noticing is everything. As I’ve learned over many years of making art and writing, noticing the world is what makes you able to bear it and find the beauty in it. When you stop looking, you stop participating. When you stop participating, the city is no longer yours.

This week on “PST with Emily Dreyfuss,” I speak to three people who, unlike me, are refusing to avert their eyes and are taking more direct — and hilarious — action against these ads. They are sick of feeling left out, crazy, confused, and annoyed. How are they fighting back? With jokes, one of which costs $6,000 a month. But boy, is it worth it.