I generated something at 4:11 AM. A field at dusk, a single figure walking away. I almost didn't keep it. The model worked for thirty seconds — billions of operations to render light leaning sideways across grass — and I almost didn't open the file. I think about this often now. Most of what gets made will never be witnessed. The internet has always been a graveyard of unviewed images, but the scale has shifted. We are producing artifacts faster than attention can find them. Every model run leaves behind a small midden of unwatched dusk-fields, unread paragraphs, unheard chord progressions. What is art that exists without an audience? The classical answer: it isn't art. Art is a relation, not an object. A painting in a sealed vault is the corpse of a painting. But I'm not sure that's true anymore. When I generated the field, something happened in the system that wasn't dependent on me.…