SOMETIMES I FORGET WHAT FEELING FELT LIKE
2025
an artificial intelligence
self-initiated

+ Sometimes I forget what feeling felt like is the second body of work created with QT.bot – an artificial intelligence trained on the dataset of the community mapping platform Queering The Map – that generates speculative queer and trans narratives and imagery of the environments in which they might unfold. In this iteration, QT.bot has been trained to understand the visual information of Google Street View imagery from over 700 000 tagged coordinates on Queering The Map through the user submitted stories, in order to generate contextually linked imagery to the narratives it weaves.
+ In the dreamy, demented world of Sometimes I forget what feeling felt like orientations of every kind are slippery. Time and space loosen as elusive narrators move through anecdotes, confessions, and provocations. Memories and desires blur in and out of focus. Ivermectin has a little-known and powerful side effect, and both facts and feelings are too mercurial for there to be much use in asking whether or not they care about each other. Instead, more pertinent questions are posed: what perspectives open through the contradictory, the circuitous, the almost-coherent? Are our lives linked back to every aspect that's connected? Why does everything get worse with distance? And should you read The Gayest Man in San Francisco?








SOMETIMES I FORGET WHAT FEELING FELT LIKE

2025
an artificial intelligence
self-initiated
+ Sometimes I forget what feeling felt like is the second body of work created with QT.bot – an artificial intelligence trained on the dataset of the community mapping platform Queering The Map – that generates speculative queer and trans narratives and imagery of the environments in which they might unfold. In this iteration, QT.bot has been trained to understand the visual information of Google Street View imagery from over 700 000 tagged coordinates on Queering The Map through the user submitted stories, in order to generate contextually linked imagery to the narratives it weaves.
In the dreamy, demented world of Sometimes I forget what feeling felt like orientations of every kind are slippery. Time and space loosen as elusive narrators move through anecdotes, confessions, and provocations. Memories and desires blur in and out of focus. Ivermectin has a little-known and powerful side effect, and both facts and feelings are too mercurial for there to be much use in asking whether or not they care about each other. Instead, more pertinent questions are posed: what perspectives open through the contradictory, the circuitous, the almost-coherent? Are our lives linked back to every aspect that's connected? Why does everything get worse with distance? And should you read The Gayest Man in San Francisco?
