A blank garden is a promise to the future,
biding its time, waiting for everything in it
to catch up. Saving strength over winter,
all the unborn colors underground.
A blank garden is a promise to the future
and a promise to turn the dying world around.
I love the sound of your voice
as though it were the last human sound.
Bu şiirin ilk kısmı Sasha Stiles tarafından yazıldı. İkinci kısmı ise kendisinin geliştirdiği AI yazılımı ‘Technelegy’ tarafından yazıldı.
The first part of this poem is written by Sasha Stiles. The second part of the poem is generated by Stiles’s AI software named ‘Technelegy’.
FROM BASED ISTANBUL NO41: HOPE ISSUE