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Why is it square. It’s so innocent and cute I wish I was a lil window just vibin seeing the world go past .How many people have started out this window ,How many will after me ,Is it mine , Or will it ever be, Does it get cold, my house is so cold. Poor little window , Id give it a blanket if I could ,I have abundant love for everyone but I can’t help my little window

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My little window, the home in which I share with my best friend, overlooking our little 'garden' in the middle of the city. Our plants which we got from our found family... The Halloween decor which feels like comfort, and familial in a home which is my own.

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Will anyone hear me? If I blew up a balloon and released it would someone notice? Maybe I'll share my food - throw crumbs out on to the flat roof or slip out notes for the birds to read.

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No they can’t see me great that car’s new haven’t saw it before must be a parcel Oh no its not nevermind panic over don’t have to answer the door I should probably close this window its bloody freezing oh shit there’s yer man, hiya, looks really weird saying hiya out the bathroom window doesn’t it  I might close it he’s gonna think im a weirdo now nah may as well keep it open now, too late

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I can only see the side of a house and a flat but the flat is mostly windows so I can see in. It’s nicely decorated and the people often come out to their balcony for a smoke. They’ve covered the railings with a fake bush, which I’m sure is lovely on their side but looks a bit silly from here. One man stays consistent but everyone else changes, I wonder is he lonely?

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Of course this is how it ends. The beauty and majesty of human creation, wiped out by human creations. Robots get it done quicker, but I don’t understand how people can listen to “their” music without feeling that twinge of betrayal. That uncanny valley feeling. Something about AI music isn’t real, it’s stolen. From people like me.

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They really cant be serious computers making music what a nightmare what on earth does a computer know about music just stealing bits of others where is the creativity the spark of an idea the melody swirling through the back of your mind as you try and remember it just long enough to play out when you get home to the piano the memories that sound evokes the idiosyncrasies of each individual musician how one piece can be played millions of different ways depending on a miniscule move of a finger the stories that make these compositions the emotions of experiencing and feeling live music all of it gone gone in an instant because somebody decided forget the artists we can do this with a computer just because you can doesn’t mean you should

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Ai has been a god send for me what an incredible piece of equipment hai. I love it so much saves me so much time in the evening so I get to spend them with my family. AI is so useful in so many ways and expands my knowledge on making adverts more interesting for the public

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the song will be shit anyway, no point paying for something that's free and then i can cut costs and then by more doubleglazing and doubleglazing is so cool because it saves energy and i like energy and energy is cool

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Open Ai your some lad you make my life a dream, like some peaches and cream. see your man who worked there before writing window ads for the television galore, as useless as they come, unlike my pal chatgpt Elon musk he's from.

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Open Ai your some lad you make my life a dream, like some peaches and cream. see your man who worked there before writing window ads for the television galore, as useless as they come, unlike my pal chatgpt Elon musk he's from.

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Lets me real its cheaper and i don’t have to do anything some little robot just sorts it all out for me i get to keep my money and dont even have to talk with different people to see what i want done the little ai guy knows what to do and if i dont like it i dont have to sack him i just regenerate it or else close the laptop down and try a different one

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I wouldnt have even been able to pay an actor properly for an ad, so surely im actually doing them a favour in not using them. That would be exploiting . Damned if you do damned if you dont.

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AIs great, got the job done, didn’t have to pay a whole production team… it’s not the best thing in the world, but it was cheap and it’s done. Should I have put more effort into it? Will people like the ad since it’s made by a robot? Or maybe that’s the reason they’ll dislike it

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The World Beyond

October leaves fall like stars from the sky, too numerous to count, like my futile attempts to tally time. Time is a measured stride walking along one side. Those who wait see the ways of coming, those who depart see the mist in sting. Mist shrouds the windows as mama opens the fireplace and drapes an old, dragon-carved blanket, once my childhood favourite, over aging skin. Hasn't yet dialed the phone, hasn't yet redialed the untouched call reminders, hasn't yet returned, home.

In 2023 winter I ventured alone in the East of England, where I shall soon embrace the early onset of evening’s shade. Leaving the Sainsbury’s with bread and water, I notice a nearby bistro hanging a Christmas sign: Knock Knock, who’s there? Snow, Snow, who? The Halloween tastings, the Christmas trimmings, times are now open. I sit in the library and see a dormer. Outside, leaves turn to red and sway gently in the breeze. Within, the orange hues fall into coffee and milk.

Once I was in the window and told mama I crave the world beyond.

Now I sit by the window, the freshness commingles with fragments from afar.

And distantly, home is becoming the nebulous world beyond.

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money money money must be funny living in a rich mans world, fortunately thanks to AI than will be me soon enough