4/13/22. I think we've all woken up with that feeling, right? Anyways, I never got around to posting this AI Poem I made a little while ago. I think I might sprinkle some in here and there, but this will probably be the last of it for a little while.
Edition : #1
Pens used: 0.5mm, 0.3mm, and 0.2mm rOtring isographs
Inks used: Noodler's Apache Sunset, Akhmatova Green, and Heart of Darkness
Total movement distance: 2059.7113 ft
Time to plot: 7hr, 15min
Number of blades: 209
Number of segments per blade: 344
Sun Size: 8.2804 inches
Start Shape Size: 0.2298 inches
Longest blade: 7.7403 inches
Biggest Sway: 2.8533 inches
Blade Mode: cubic_out, (29.12% likely)
Sway Mode: linear, (50.0% likely)
Wind Roll: 33.3415, (95.0% likely)
Blade Construction: (96.0% likely)
Portrait Roll: 85.9008, (99.0% likely)
The Statistical Unlikelihood of this plot: 13.14593280%
"A poem about this morning.
How strange for you to read this at 1am in the morning. I remember the morning so clearly – I watched the light turn green, the trees budded, and I smiled at the promise of spring that lay in the air.
I felt as though I could touch the very centre of the universe, and in doing so, I could change the world. In my mind I could see it all: the trees, the birds, the stars, the grass, the air, the water, the stones, the earth…
And then the light turned, and the morning broke, and I started back to being who I was. But there was this moment, that I thought of often in those first days: the moment when I realised that I lived in a world that was not my own."