I was thinking today the most emotional moment I’ve witnessed in film is the ending of City Lights. The Tramp stands, looks at the once blind girl in her florist shop, and his face is like a river filled with a mix of emotions only Chaplin could convey silently. But that is not the moment.

Sight is instantaneous and hence illusory and easily confused. Ask any magician.
Hearing is visceral and moves through our body at a speed we can experience.

There is no worse fate than being captive in a windowless room. If the room is small, all the worse. It must be said within our core being, windows promise escape.

If you could forget anything about yourself, about your past, about how you think, would you?
I know I would. There are shameful things, fortunately not many, I’d like to forget.

The presence of mistakes in art are part of what distinguishes human made from AI made art.
Human mistakes can be indicative of the effort exerted making the art; human mistakes can also be a conscious inclusion on the part of the artist. Mistakes can be an artistic technique, such as splattering of paint by Pollock, in that, the actual application is partially random.