like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them
Above and in front two birds are darting in and out of a tree. Sometimes they collide to fight or maybe mate, but I can't really make it out in the low light. It's just after
dusk
, I have nothing to do, I'm watching them, trying to figure it out.something religious, a kind of complex,
it will get lighter
, something washing, cleansing, revealing, etc.with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.
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
hiding from the rain
but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos
so at the end
you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak
ahnaf is it worth reading all those books
a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.
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.December 2025