| It's... not great. Like what it generated was neat but it's like it completely ignored the prompt. Original prompt (generated text after the line): When I was a child, my mother grew strawberries in the garden. Every spring, we would harvest them and make a neighborhood-wide occasion out of it. That is, until they started to turn blue. ------------------------------ In addition to the fact that it takes two hours to eat an ordinary hamburger (to be fair), let's not kid ourselves that we were all kids at that age; no one gets over forty without getting a little eccentricity on their side, and here are three hundred gallons of milk spoiled by spoilery. And so our "I didn't come home pregnant" problem was just another way of saying, "the universe works exactly the way it does," like when you go swimming in the ocean, and the sky is blue, and the sun reflects off everything everywhere, but the wind is always moving toward the north, and you can see your breath. Which means the first thing you do is ask "why?" when you finally get what else life can do? A certain amount of people have a difficult time with living in the present. At some point during your life—let's call it seventy-five percent or 85 percent of it—you realize this world is a total f*ker of a place. For someone else looking around at the world, it seems great, because there's something that's great about you; it makes up for everything else. But for you know, how much better than that... The sun, especially in January, is a great source of hope. If you look at the horizon the way a toddler looks at the moon for the promise of the sunrise, and try to figure out if you've made enough luncheons in her presence, you're already beginning to get ahead of yourself. We are what we are. What we make of our situations dictates what we are. This goes hand in hand with the fact that things will get harder day by day, every day, as you don't learn more about the things that matter, the ones |