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Beneath that dense skyline Where buildings crowd like teeth Away vanishes the October sun Casting azure streaks between the ruffled clouds A sweet farewell A 'see you in the morning' From the station's exit flows a stream Not of water, but of humans The businessman, briefcase clutched in hands which typed, Pointed, smoked cigarettes The bleary-eyed student Trudging to cram school Elderly chaps In Sunday best and pork-pie hats Moving the at the speed of drying paint Or perhaps slower Tanimachi-suji Artery to the depths of the city Carries sounds of car horns, traffic Headlights, manic Taxis and passengers Police cars (and passengers) Friday, doorway to weekend excitement Izakayas, highballs, a break from confinement 48 hours of respite.

AI- generated art. Loved by some, hated by many more - which undoubtedly has made it one of the most controversial topics in art circles.  Well, at least on social media where everybody has an opinion to give. Only 4 years ago, 'AI art' was little more than using machine algorithms to enhance images, to reduce blur and crispen the edges of a photograph of a long-lost relative. That and the stupid glee of Dall-e mini, a - for lack of a better word, toy - that would spit out four pint-sized barely recognizable images of 'Yoda at a nightclub' or 'Michael Jackson chased by Godzilla'. Things have made a scarily drastic change since those days. Now there are AI videos of imaginary people with fluid and dynamic movement, near-indistinguishable fake images of, for instance, a solemn-looking veteran asking for likes, which fool tens of thousands of Facebook boomers daily. If one is aware and keen-eyed, you may just be able to spot the inconsistencies which give away the ...