last night a friend reminded me
that i should write poems more often.

at that very moment in my head
i came up with the best poem ever.

but this morning i forgot most of it
and all i remember is:
mayonnaise and béchamel
are not so hard to make at home.

do not read, write.
do not watch, do.
do not consume, make.

there is no art world.
there is an art industry.
and it is one of the best industries
because it is better to make art
than to make many other things.

when i was young
i wanted to make
an artwork:

a chess video game
in which chess ai
is actually conscious
and can only communicate
by moving pieces,
and it is up to the players
to have the patience
to understand it.

maybe i will make
this artwork
before i die.

there is a 63 % chance that we lost
all ability to understand and make art
and what we understand and make now
is not art but something else
much less useful