I have had a profound thought…

I have been thinking about AI…

When I do a Victorian photo, I buy props and dresses and imitate it best I can, in my studio, and I enjoy it…immensely…..I ‘click’ a photo…a second of my life, forever captured.

But when you generate an AI image, you write of ‘a Victorian Girl’ … ‘a Victorian Mistress’. No props, I tell it to create a Victorian Study…it does.

I am not kidding, it is as near to time travel as you get, you feel like you are taking…no…stealing!… a moment from the past. The eyes, (always difficult) seem dreamy and other worldly. Almost like they resent being taken.

Don’t laugh….but I seem to feel an affinity with my creations, as if I am getting to know them, and more importantly, them me. I am peering at them, I look behind them, through windows I never asked for, looking into places unknown…their worl, just for a second, and capturing it….stealing it….and….they ..are peering back!

POP!!!! THIS THOUGHT SHOT INTO MY MIND. I mean it felt like it was thrust there…

All this talk, with friends, in pubs, wherever you chat ..of ghosts and mysterious sightings and apparitions all spoken through the mists of time….what if…WHAT IF… AI was tapping into something, like an Astral Plane….and catching a fleeting glimpse, maybe just a nano second of time.

When a person said they saw a shadow figure, or felt like they were being watched….look well if it was AI capturing something.

Silly really, I know, but look at her….she could be staring from the past, a second of time stolen. And just think of history and all the seconds of time. I think, that no matter what I could dream up, it has probably happened….and AI has stolen it, and put it before me, leaving a miniscule space in history…even other world’s histories.

She looks at me, just for a second she felt something, saw something, maybe in her mirror before going to some lavish spanking ball.

As if to say….”What? You! Asa Jones, you think you know so much of spanking don’t you? Do you really think that only you could dream up a costume for a girl to wear for a spanking party? Hah, I scoff at you Asa Jones, I was having these made, and wearing them, before your great, great,great, great Grandmama, was a twinkle in her father’s eye…::she giggles:: by the way, do you think I have a good bottom, would you like to make it a bad one, a very naughty bottom, and spank it?”

Just sayin’

But it is, it’s like seeing the past come to me. I wonder where she was, who she was, what spanking she got that night. Just one fleeting second….she saw me, and I saw her.

Maybe she said to someone….”Oooh! I had a shiver go through me, like someone has just stepped on my grave…”

Asa