I got back to blogging. Again. Sometimes it feels like a bigger chore than washing dishes. Other times, such as this morning, it's refreshing. This dichotomy perhaps explains why I'm so bad at being consistent with it. But once I have, I get a brief flash of inspiration.
I made a piece of AI art to go along with it, and it once again prompted a haiku. I still feel like the change in years stopped mattering a few years back, but here we are, online, reading haiku while the world gives off an emotional rainfall from its centuries of being abused.
2023?
There is no free world
Nothing but the rain and you
Staring at the void
