She has nothing left to swim in she crawls into a strangers bathtub to keep herself alive she runs the faucet on for no water to appear in sight, the data centers have sucked it dry, all her girls on the banks of the rivers like fish fried in this hot scorching sun, all this just for AI? , she remains unglazed.. no chemicals in her skin she didn’t want to share half her DNA with microplastics forget all the sins .. one day the exhibition will be over and she’ll go back into the banks of the river and become the clay she came from once again