one man’s trash
is another man’s art supplies
do you dream in color?
i often get lost in the perfectionism of communication, so often that i forget that there are people that do not wish to see or communicate clearly.
this is my response to trying to perfect everything, finding the perfection in what already is.
i need a place to dump my brain damage.
where other people might find some comfort in delighting in the refuse while refusing to give up
Consider me your personal Generative Intelligence, put the ai down.