like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them

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 engine

you cannot feed someone truth

magnetisation/form

to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos

There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.

so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged

Rain, starting

that is unstable and lets me operate in that discovery mode that i can create within and also produce works from.

i hope ai fixes this with the cessation of interfaces and walls

it is hopeful

Like the tide, it comes in and it washes over the beach. It's beautiful. But like the tide it goes out, sometimes it goes out further than it ever has, it recedes back across the beach and further out beyond the horizon. The bare seabed opens up in front of you and all you can do is look at it.

okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate

I Write Goodbye Letter

2 (actually index). two is company

you know who you are. no more time, not like

1

or never left

It Will Get Lighter

hello reader,

something religious, a kind of complex,

it will get lighter