A narrative of an automaton in a world of geometric, technological, and rational forms. The artificial intelligence encounters an interruption in his rational model as he spies an organic budgie. The budgie, in turn, has adapted its coloring to camouflage itself in the inorganic environment. The moon looms large but faint in the distance.
I have been exceedingly glad to see you producing work again, and to know your Dolphins had returned, and that you are again active and charged in ways as you once were. My own full focus on Deviantart is typically very low--aside from posting finished work-- and akin to islands over broad swaths of time, as I am traveling through Asia, and have been for 6 months now, while producing work (both personally and professionally).
Make no mistake, in my absence is presence. I have found that the older I get the more comprehensive I become, but in doing so, my awareness tends to move from a hyper lasing point to more of an ambient expansion, as though from a solid to a gas. The result is that I can lose track of certain things which seem to be more ephemera, such as acute forms of interaction or categorical perspective.
But anyway. It is really nice to have felt you back, and I am very glad for every new work you produce. And though I am probably not as available as I once was socially on DA, in a long orbit I do drop in, from ghost to solid, maybe enough to touch base.
You take good care of yourself in the spaces between our talks. My absolute best to you, always. Thank you so much for your attentions. Love and respect, my friend--be inspired!