Lately, I've been thinking about how I've intentionally created many mediums in expressing an emotion I am feeling or at least, describe an experience I am trying to hold in my mind. And with that, there are certain moments that requires me to write about it - not draw, not say out loud - just write about it. -- I’ve been in one of those moods again; where the heat makes everything feel a little looser, a little braver. I started doing something impulsive, familiar.. and somewhere along the way, someone unexpected showed up that was not part of the plan.  For context, I'm known to always say that phrase "It's well written." A movie. A song. A sentence.  A reply .  But please also note that I have accustomed to working closely with this incorporeal entity called ChatGPT , so I recognize its replies versus real human sentences.  This person though, was for sure a human and making human sentences. So I’m not gonna get into the stuff we said- some of it was filthy...