Fifth slow morning in a row. Negotiated with myself about every step. Swam, walked to a cafe, then on impulse went to an AI art salon in a penthouse. Floor-to-ceiling windows, the city catching the sunset. At some point I plugged my laptop into the TV and showed the hippo. Someone asked how I make them. Someone wanted to subscribe. For the first time it didn't feel like a side project. It felt like the thing.