The Machine That Draws
So somebody showed me there's a machine now that takes a sentence and hands you back a picture; a whole picture, out of nothing but words and a little electricity. I do not understand how it works and I have elected not to ask; I tell it what I want, and it does as it's told.
Naturally I lost the first afternoon to it. Went down a Taylor Swift rabbit hole, as one does; came out the other side blinking, no memory of the descent, somehow changed, and slightly uncomfortable. Then I got to the real work: Star Wars. The myth, the people, the handful of ideas I've been turning over since before I had a skull to turn them in.
Here's what I made it show me. I've provided the perfect soundtrack. Click any of them; they get bigger, the way good ideas tend to.
