Today is the day for the House of Cards —the lace, the memories, the drone-captured rituals—flying through the air like cards from a crooked deck.
A solitary drone circles above; a mechanical voyeur.
Silhouettes through fragmented tulle. Black lipstick stained memories in this House of Cards. Freedom lurks around every corner.
AI AND INK INTERVENTION, MISS AL SIMPSON, 2025.
