Ohhh how the fickle tides of fate recede
As quickly as they crash upon my
shores.
And thought my sand castles may wither and wash,
The deft hands of hope must
Always be there to rebuild them.
it is absolutely imperative that you set up your timeline to encounter more old art, and less new AI slop. give your attention to artists who have labored painstakingly to actualize their vision, one intentional brushstroke at a time