They say love needs the right conditions to grow. A cozy room, a sunny day. I call bullshit. I took that idea and threw it into the digital equivalent of a polar vortex. I wanted to see what would happen…

They say the city never sleeps. I say, let it have its caffeine-fueled tantrum. I’m busy finding the off-switch. I fed my machine the endless noise, the frantic energy, the concrete chaos, and I gave it one simple command: find…

Everyone’s screaming about connection, but I see the truth in the static between us. I fed my algorithms the quiet desperation of a packed subway car, the vertigo of trying to stand still in a world that won’t stop spinning.…

You think your daily routine is solid ground? I replaced it with shifting sand. I took the familiar—the morning commute, the farmer’s toil—and dropped it into a sun-scorched wasteland. The train platform is a dune, the fertile field is an…

I got bored of sterile galleries and silent museums, so I taught my AI how to scream in color. We’re trading pristine white walls for the grit of the real world—tagging shifting desert dunes and turning the concrete arteries of…

The desert is supposed to be silent. A vast, empty nothing. I called bullshit. I commanded it to make music, coaxing symphonies from pianos made of sand. I taught its dunes to swell like the ocean, to become waves for…

Forget your rules. Forget your physics. I gave my AI the soul of a defiant child and told it to build where nothing should grow. It gave me back sandcastles on frozen lakes, sculpted with frozen mittens under a sky…

They tell you to build your empire, brick by brick. So I did. Except my bricks are melting ice and my skyscrapers are engineered from spaghetti. I’m not interested in things that last. I’m obsessed with the moment it all…

They wanted spreadsheets. I gave them a circus. I fed my machine a diet of corporate jargon and TPS reports until it started hallucinating a world where the king of the jungle holds board meetings in your cubicle. This isn’t…