Do we have any obligation to share the world with phantoms? In this installment, our narrator makes a perplexing discovery somewhere between civics and self-awareness.
Linger - to stay in a place longer than necessary because of a reluctance to leave. Perhaps sometimes, once in a blue moon, memories can murmur. [AI art + Poetry Collaboration]
It’s been said that nature herself may be only the one capable of providing true solace - in some cases, she even shares our grief. A bleak scene portrayed through verse and AI.
Once I found a crocodile round the back of the garages. I snuck it beer and bits of sausage and I taught it how to pray. This is something I would be willing to do for you, if you’d only give me