High Rise
penthouse garden —
head in the clouds,
hands in our pockets
Face to face with the weather.
My tumultuous relationship with ChatGPT continues. The good news is that it’s pretty bad at writing haiku; it has a weird Shakespearean lilt, a Yoda-like speech pattern and an urgent need for commas.
Right now I’m using it for inspiration and research, like a thesaurus for concepts instead of words. It seems to work pretty well for that:
Right now I’m listening to Chris Luno’s Good Morning House Mix, which I would probably set as my morning alarm if I didn’t require a klaxon to wake me up in the morning.