West Suburban Crime Story #151

Lately, my work has turned toward the tension between memory and fabrication. I’ve been using machine hallucinations to reconstruct what’s missing—lost realities, unrealized thoughts, and emotional debris. Rather than seeking clarity, I’m interested in how AI misremembers, how it speculates. I’ve leaned into that failure, letting the system act less as a tool and more as a flawed collaborator—one that simulates recollection but never lands on truth. This recent body of work isn’t concerned with clean representation; it’s about dislocation, synthetic memory, and the emotional charge of things that feel remembered, even when they never were.