Carrying on, through it all. We can’t stop, there’s no pause button for life. It’s as relentless as the tide, the weeks just keep coming, and with each one, a prompt. In this sense, it’s to gently nudge the brain into some creative endeavour. In another, it’s to lift the foot and take just one more step forward. And then another, and another…
|Cedar Sanderson||It was a day for both hat and parasol||Becky Jones|
|nother Mike||In the small house in the middle of Phoenix, Arizona, the policeman in the kitchen was fascinated by the view out the bay window, with the boats at dock.||Fiona Grey|
|Fiona Grey||The cyberpunk depiction of Anubis glowed electric blue from across the room||Leigh Kimmel|
|Becky Jones||The house inched its way to the edge of the lot while the mailbox appeared to lean away.||nother Mike|
|Leigh Kimmel||Private Idaho by the B-52’s|
The only expectation here is that you think. Not that you do so many words, or such and such level of detail art. You can work with a few words, a single line, perhaps two.
|Spare||The distant click of servos|
|Spare||A cold drake mated with a fire drake.|
|Spare||This memorial day parade included the dragons…|
|Spare||The real problem with AIs was that they got bored…|
And share. No judgement here. Just one more week of progress towards some end. Odds in seek of endings, because finishing a project is good.