The allegory of the times of AI We are supposedly intelligence beings What artificiality will bring is the question ‘To be or not to be’ are words written On the lid of the new Pandora’s box Green or any color of the moment’s whims We will go extinct, like all species But why choose the […]
Wandsworth under the London Heathrow glide path As the windows slowly wake up from a long slumber Like an advent calendar inching towards its empty promise It is the time-machine feeding your dreams under the moonlight The early bird gets the worm they say But the worms we have by the can… Photo Hugh Ardoin […]