"Some we see no more, Tenements of Wonder Occupy to us though perhaps to them Simpler are the Days than the Supposition Leave us to presume

That oblique Belief which we call Conjecture Grapples with a Theme stubborn as Sublime Able as the Dust to equip its feature Adequate as Drums To enlist the Tomb." (Emily Dickinson )

A moody depiction of cursed tenements in a rainy city. Anxious residents racked by fevered dreams peer out of uncertain windows, while phantoms and figments prowl the lower floors.

[Plain javascript with curated window and graffiti images generated by a neural network (VQGAN+Clip)]