23.5.25 - Evenings


There are moments in life which linger - forever. Forever and ever. I had a dream about someone I hadn't seen for over a decade and in the dream it was as no time had passed. The dream ended when he was shot in the back, at the base of his spine. I got up - it was a total shock. 

I couldn't understand how much was left in the breach.

I got ChatGPT to write a poem about the genocide in Gaza in the style of Emily Dickinson - I also had it rewrite the story of Inanna's descent to her sister but translated into Neolithic times. They replaced the characters alright, but I'm sure if I had asked the prompt to do more it would have been the exact story which I would have agreed to. What was lost? The delight of creation. Being able to create the thing which came forth - and the unexpected nature of the story which appears beneath your fingers. Speaking of unexpected stories...

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