Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
It's dusk in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox. It bites my wrist but there is only adull ache. I feel that it wants to say sorry but can't. I die.
theres a kind of a cowardice to generative art that i want to avoid though. i
want the kind of relationship to this thing that a game designer has to a game
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