Folks, when I tell you I am sick of AI, I mean I am tired of what it’s done to human discourse. What am I supposed to be talking about at social gatherings, if I can’t trust a video of a cute, woodland creature who just wants a KitKat and can’t catch a freaking break?
I came around the corner to a brigade of short people lugging coats someone forced on them that morning, and which someone else made them to take home that afternoon. There were jackets draped from shoulders in the spring sun, hanging from handlebars, or dragging like anchors along the sidewalk.
when I floated the idea to some friends of trading in my fourteen-year-old Prius for a Mini Cooper, they said “oh, that’s so you!” They probably meant cute, but also maybe squat, pill-shaped, and surprisingly aggressive.
There was my friend Kayla with a big smile, looking cute as a Christmas elf. She led me to a corner where she had her own room with her name on the door. It was blessedly quiet in there and without any jingle bells or flashing lights.
We talk about cookies next. Maybe this afternoon; we’re feeling so powerful. Creating a cake that can maybe control the tides will have that effect.
I like discernible stories in my music videos, interspersed with cuts of dystopian-era teens with big hair and angry grimaces walking along train tracks.
if it weren’t for other people, gravity, and difficulties with dog space suits, I feel like my life would be significantly less complicated. Or more so. I can’t decide.
Haunted? I don’t know. While I have a flamboyant imagination, my actual paranormal senses are probably as blunt as they come. I don’t disbelieve, but I’d make a terrible ghost hunter.
We all do what we can and hope for the best, but we’re ultimately guessing at all of it, knowing there will be wounds even if things go as well as can be expected. “Adventure,” after all, sometimes means snakes on the plane.
Legacy residents of Alfama are tight knit, with their own dialect of Portuguese. As per tradition, the primary source of news in this region is via the older women who hang out their windows and keep track of the goings on below.
