In "The Aleph," Borges imagined a point in space that contains all other points—where you can see everything at once. I wanted to put that in a campfire.
A cowboy stares into the flames and glimpses the entire arc of the future: his own death, technology reshaping the world beyond recognition, the heat death of the universe. Smartphones. Automation. Dyson spheres. Black holes. Each verse spirals further out—but he has no framework for any of it. He just sees shapes in the fire. Things that feel wrong. A future that wasn't made for the likes of him.
This was my first time using an AI music generator. Dozens of iterations, shaping lyrics, discovering what worked. A real creative project—a new medium I never would have explored otherwise.
