158/365 01/27/2026

It had been so long since he’d seen real beauty in his life. So much was now not-beauty: AI videos of forests all hollow and missing the soul. VR worlds and models and porn stars and architectures completely impossible. The foodstuffs printed from OrganoPaste(tm) and hurried to his smart fridge—nutrition in shapes like apple, hotdog, kale. 

He wondered what real beauty looked like. Felt like. Where it could even be found.