A YouTube video on my landing page:
A girl in a green blouse
Explaining how to build a
Digital Garden
[Digital
Garden?]
She wears a green blouse
But does she even know the
Digitalis Purpurea
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Making an exception,
Today, I have traveled
Sitting in a meadow,
I may, through mere lack of knowledge,
Not contemplate the Digitalis Purpurea but
The nature of technology
I then, am among the lucky
I can appreciate but the beauty of the living thing
Perhaps a bug will land on me and I will squeal
Ah, the joys of nature
Then perhaps I take refuge in a field
This field is not really a field, though it pretends to be one
This field measures 0.049 hectares, this field comes with a hanging chair and robot
This field looks like the world, but, oh joy, a pole breaks through the panorama
And a plethora
And suddenly I have marked a territory
A fence must run along it!
I do not trust the robot to protect it
At night, I trace the borders of this field with my footsteps
Maybe I will open the gate squeakingly
I will google about insomnia
In spring,
We have cherries in the field
Mr Darcy comes over, and he laughs
Where are your airplanes?
We have heaps of them in Melbourne and they make our skies
So pretty when the sun sets
Of course, this field is not a garden!
We reanimate a ghost
The garden is long gone
We used to live in one,
When I was made from your hipbone
Did I mention the hedge?
It is structured out of agoraphobic nanoparticles
(Goblin mode)
Yet I imprint memories of every leaf into my digital memoriam
Being by nature tendentious
When the wind blows over the fields,
I hide behind a bush,
Watching cat videos.
20000 kittens are born every day around the globe
(This is of course only the estimation of my artificial intelligence)
Recently, I have barbecued vegan sausages
But the inhabitants of the field beyond mine
Do not like the smell
And have asked me to move the fire stones to the west of my territory
If only I hadn’t build house, there
Ah the joys of nature
I have laid blue flowers to their rest
I wonder if it isn’t nicer where they are now
But my red fingernails only scrape so much dirt
At a time
Occasionally, I soothe the meadow with a little DJ Gigola
Benjamin would find it distasteful but
He does not know the joy
Of being one of many
The grass and I, we understand
This field is no use for the plantation of bananas
I know this, I have stolen glimpses of the soil
And still pretend, eating the banana
as if eating the liquids of a cockroach crushed between a wardrobe door,that I could see them growing in these latitudes
I set my face to the hillside
I have never liked this field, it is inept
I wish I were outside, among the bugs
I have become touch-me-not-vegetation
Somewhere a bird cries — I could not name it
The field has no eponymous qualities
Like cynosure, it attracts me with its hidden meaning
If it is not here in the morning
I will water my Mac
And lay myself to rest next to the flowers
Digitalis Purpurea
(The flowers have whispered this)
