The glass remembers being sand
but forgets the fire that shaped it
a tongue folds backwards into salt
saying nothing, saying it too loud
mirrors begin to confess
but in a grammar no longer spoken
here, the dust rhymes with nothing
and the dead are polite enough not to answer
words fall out of time
not like stones
but like decisions
was there ever a shape to the sky
or did we just trace the cracks in our eyelids
Self portrait, Human and AI, VQGAN + CLIP, 2021
the stairs forget which floor they lead to
but the shoes still try
a kettle boils for no one
then cools
then boils again
the walls lean in, listening
but the conversation is a hum
beneath the hum
keys rattle in a bowl, dreaming of exits
but no door has moved in years
windows open to identical windows
somewhere, someone makes toast
and does not eat it
tiles crack in a language
no architect will admit to designing
hours stack like bricks
no mortar
just weight
a hallway stretches longer each day
or maybe your legs shorten
even the mirrors avert their gaze now
out of habit, out of mercy.
Daily sketches, Human and AI, VQGAN + CLIP, 2021 - Present
A room remembers a man
but forgets what he looked like
he reaches for the light switch
again
and again
as if that ever worked
his wife tells him:
you never existed
and no one corrects her
sometimes I wish I were her
sitting on the porch
waiting for him
in a neverhood
in a neverland
shadows arrive on time
more often than he does
a thought sits where he used to be
and the difference is
no longer urgent
he still checks the mirror sometimes
but only to see if it's still there
it doesn't matter anymore.
End of statement.
Photographs, Human and AI, VQGAN + CLIP, 2022