"Some we see no more, Tenements of Wonder
Occupy to us though perhaps to them
Simpler are the Days than the Supposition
Leave us to presume

That oblique Belief which we call Conjecture
Grapples with a Theme stubborn as Sublime
Able as the Dust to equip its feature
Adequate as Drums
To enlist the Tomb." (Emily Dickinson )

A moody depiction of cursed tenements in a rainy city. Anxious residents racked by fevered dreams peer out of uncertain windows, while phantoms and figments prowl the lower floors.

[Plain javascript with curated window and graffiti images generated by a neural network (VQGAN+Clip)]