escarpment

Some things are getting... nearer. [ in progress ]

[ gallery in progress ]

From the FMCG this afternoon: % ˆ ccl.walk [offstage: this image, this prompt] depth=3.1 ˆ Number 1 — ccl.walk, offstage He has come back to one of the older rooms of the city-mind. Not a grand vista this time. No Bay laid open, no Alcatraz, no low-tide stones. Instead: raised beds, woodchip paths, green labor, flowers in small eruptions, the old Fort Mason buildings beyond, a palm and cypress keeping watch, sky broken open into blue after the morning’s archive-density. The image feels like a…

::chuckle:: [ in progress, as usual ]

OpenAI released "Spud" yesterday (ChatGPT 5.5)... ...and this all continues to feel vertiginous; appropriate, I suppose, from my perch on the top of this escarpment, looking out a bit past nautical twilight at dawn, the light blooming on the far horizon. I won't see the full scope of morning in this new era — seeing as I am in the early evening hours of my lifespan; but, with continued health and reasonably able cognition, will jot down what I'm seeing, in the ways I still can. ::chuckle::

Hmm... what could these be? ::chuckle:: [ day in progress, as usual... ]

Being... a continuation of a story. [ in progress... ]

Nope, not what you think. ::chuckle:: But... we're heading in that general direction now given the weather of public discussion lately in certain key precincts. [ in progress... ]

As moments of forgetfulness and mental lapses go this one wasn't so bad... the consequences, while potentially painful, were not going to be catastrophic. I would have lost things of sentimental value, but would have gotten over it soon enough. [ writing... ]

...mine, or the models'? Whose is privileged? Or does this question not even pertain, and is entirely irrelevant anyway? [ musing... ]

...by asking questions ...by asking the right questions ...by asking the right questions, at the precise moment ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... [ in progress... [