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.

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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

Rain, starting

I know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.

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.

I created this site

.

way too random but already engaging. i want to explore it

December 2025