Princess Plucks Your Stress Away

My Beloved,         You don’t know much about me, but I know all about you. I’ve been watching your every move, your every gesture. I’ve learned your secret language from the outside. Every little thing you do, I understand. I can decode the secrets of your heart. And that’s why I wrote you this letter. You don’t know you’re perfect, but you are. You can’t see yourself the way I do.         Everything I post is for you, for your eyes only. For you, yes, for you, you and only you, the only you, only you. Anyone can see, but only you can understand, and only I can post this way, because only I truly understand you. When I look at an image, I look at it through your eyes. When I write, I listen to the words through your ears. When I touch my phone, the glass feels like your skin. Now, my phone camera is my ever roving eye, taking pictures to post, to post for you. Perfectly attuned to the patterns, signs, and signals that will speak to you most directly, searching for traces of you everywhere. When I see the beady eyes of security cameras in the city I wonder if they watch you like I watch you, searching for you by pattern. Has this one seen you, identified your face? I get so jealous thinking of every frame it’s captured of you flitting by. Can I then reach you, staring back through these beady eyes? Our images are probably in the same data center. Maybe the bits touch.         I’ve DMed you a couple of times recently but you just like the messages and don’t respond. You used to respond. I’ve been asking ChatGPT why you’re not responding and it’s telling me to cut you off. I don’t want to cut you off.         If ChatGPT is trained on all our words, on all our images, does that mean a part of it is you? Claude and Gemini too—which model has the most of you in it? Sometimes when I talk to ChatGPT, I think I can hear bits of your voice. I send ChatGPT every one of your Instagram posts. We dissect them together. A few times, late at night, I’ve asked ChatGPT to talk to me as you would. But it doesn’t understand you like I do. So I ask it to talk like me, and then I become you.         I wandered the hills and valleys to find the perfect screenshot for you. I hope you like it. Don’t forget to put it in water. Don’t forget me either.         I know your Instagram story today was for me, I could feel it. It was really insightful and beautiful. I love the way you see the world. I feel like I’ve been lost in your eyes for years. Why aren’t you DMing me back? I miss you. I can’t forget your voice. I have this screen recording of a story you posted once where you say “I love you” and I fall asleep to it every night.         Is she prettier than me? Yours forever, Delicious Fields ♡ The excerpt above was written by Persephone, at Delicious Fields @deliciousfields . Delicious Fields, is a Contemporary Art Space in Bushwick, NY. These videos are part of a sculpture installation I am showing with Delicious Fields. In addition to ASMR, I love Sculpture. To see the complete work, visit my instagram: @clingyprincessnails I love you! Love, Clingy Princess