About
illogical dust is a person, Beth Cee; sometimes also people as in a project. To be honest “illogical dust” just kind of exists as its own entity – a hungry little monster that is sometimes furry, sometimes demonic.
- “illogical” – in that it rarely makes a lot of sense
- “dust” – because all things are temporary. This is the way it is. We come, we go. Sometimes we leave shit behind. This is my shit.
I fight the urge to make everything neat and tidy – but do it anyway, I added a poem today I wrote 10 years ago. I don’t think it matters.
AI pisses me off – some days more than others. If AI does my dusting I am happy. If AI tries to sell me art – then I am annoyed. AI can arrange shapes and colours to make pretty t-shirts but don’t ask me to believe it gives birth from a soul filled with self-doubt and passion, chaos or spirit.