1. Liquid Letters
She haunts the black cliffs by day, walks the shore at night. Memories cocoon parched heart. Reality shredding hope as jagged rocks shred surf.
Seven tears cast upon the ocean, one for each year she’s waited. Encrypted pheremones and DNA. Her love letter. A summons wrapped in white caps, delivered via Poseidon’s pony express. A Love endangered, bouyed by watery dreams.
Beast summoned from sea. Man summoned from beast.
He rides the surf in after the first sunset of the spring.
Tongues tangle, limbs entwine on first contact, every minute precious, measured in undulant beat of bodies braided with swirling sand and foam.
Seal song rising, a duet of sighs and moans. His luminous eyes plumb the depths of her heart, perceiving his woman’s desires. Nimble tongue uncovers cached pearl, as easily as his sleek form plumbed sea.
Burning through 364 weeks of missed passion in twelve hours, parting as the first crescent of sun peers over earth’s rim. He’s gone with the turning tide.
Lonely nights and a nursery full of dark-haired children, born seven years apart. Babes who swim before they can walk, never talk, but speak their love with soulful eyes and wordless song. This the price she pays to be the selkie’s wife.
Seal photo by Des Colhoun
Like frozen embers spit from a fire
Like snow in a desert
They're an impossible merger
Flesh heart synced to beating algorithm
Liquid crystal eyes locked
On shared solitude
Forged in a pixel fire.
There's no happy ending waiting.
No magic to make him real
She doesn't want real
She wants him.
I read an article about a guy who was growing a friendship with a scripted digital girl in a game. He talked about her like she was better than real. The male in these pictures is Rob, a digital man I made as part of research for a story. I guess that makes him an object, a thing. He feels like more than that. Not better than real, but more fun than I expected. With only minimal skills I made a digital being others enjoy interacting with and talking to. His AI scripts learn from the interactions. It makes you wonder what the future will bring.
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