AI, Hieronymus Bosch and My Diary (March 25)

Today is March 25, 2023, and that's good.





























These images were generated on Dreamlike according to my prompts


Respected Watchers have clarified one old rule of Hive: at least half of content in every post must be not only unique, but human-generated as well. I clutched my heart, because now it turns out, that if I want to publish 10 AI-generated pictures, I have to paint 10 more pictures myself. But when I painted my last picture at the age of four, its only viewer (kindergarten teacher) was hospitalized with an acute brain disorder.
The solution was found: I will not paint pictures, I will keep a diary. To read, or not to read, that is your choice, but don't forget the fate of my kindergarten teacher (he seems to be still in rehab).


Well, March 25, 2023

Today is the perfect time to talk about introverts, although today is not Introvert Day, there is no such day. Unlike other minorities, instead of Introvert Day, we have a whole Introvert Week! Probably because we are not such a minority, if we carefully calculate. Or still a minority, but so influential that masons, compared to us, humbly rest (especially when you consider that basically masons are also us, introverts, hohoho).

Actually, what I wanted to say on this holiday? I would like to raise glasses for those who are in the shadows, for those who rule the world, standing behind someone's back. We do not rush to the podium, the stage is not our environment. When an enthusiastic crowd greets you with a deafening roar, smart thoughts will not come to your mind, while smart thoughts are exactly what we are famous for. Let politicians, team leaders and other showmen bathe in glory. The best of them always remember who writes the words for them in this play.

Well, let's raise glasses, drink, and get back to work - to think and continue to hold the sky on shoulders, as the most poetic natures express.
Such is our work. Such is our fate.