There is a pretty persistent ambient hate in England, a lot of people say vile shit about Muslims or immigrants or whatever, but in my experience most people aren't actual white supremacists. They have a black friend who they get a beer with. One of the good ones. Etc.
"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."
Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
division of reality is straying away from it
She closes the window. I wasn't paying attention anyway, I'm getting cold, and the birds are nowhere to be seen. I go inside.
I am below everything.
i see a website
you have a beautiful account btw
somewhere between instagram and chatgpt
i am quite illiterate on producing technology
you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak
this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet
the textwall is as much for me as it is for you
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
but really the thing should be autonomous
something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever
its performative
so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged
a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.
I created this site
.Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46