The Image Generator / 4 June 2002 I’d just about forgotten that artificial snow falls faster than real snow. Absolutely no grace. But you can get used to anything, and now when I watch documentaries of the olden days on the electro-kineograph, the snow looks fake, machine-generated. Inspired by this and the fifth of Expert Whiskey, I dug out the image-generator, set the dials at random, loaded presets without looking, and let it go. It came up with this:
Frightened + dismayed, I return the generator to its case, closing all three locks, shoving it back into the coat closet, hurrying out to the back porch even though the artificial snow is starting to pile up, writing this on binder paper with a number two pencil. I want only natural ingredients. I want no mechanical interference, I want no machines and their complete lack of hesitation. Where is your wavering confidence? Where is your second-guessing? Where is your That’s trite or I think that’s been done already or What was I thinking? Dude, I cannot relate to you, much as you try to convince me otherwise. Previously / The Flask |
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