Unsunk

I couldn't sleep tonight, I sat in bed pondering on my imperfections as a human whilst exploring A.I generative art. I couldn't get the A.I to truly feel my imperfections, my frail love for myself that withers with age. But it could comprehend a messy bath, already sunk in depression and self loathing subconscious reflections I added an extra layer ontop of the midjourney piece. One of messy nature that always wants cleaning up, the missing touch, the human touch.