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.
We gather around the start of a causeway down to the Thames. It's a pretty cold night and there's a breeze coming off the river.
Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46
a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.
I created this site
.Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50
Thu, 06 Nov 2025 21:22:59
it is hopeful
After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting
Thank you, Jack
Sun, 02 Nov 2025 21:54:03
it exists in my head in some way that i'm trying to get out i lied on my story a little bit because i'm mostly feeling it and thinking about it. feeling something deeply doesn't necessitate any kind of deep relevance or whatever but the thinking is useful
I know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.
One of the birds shoots out of the tree.
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
i got bored though because i knew all of the different arrangements of it. i probably needed to stick at it longer to get it dense enough to feel navigable in a way that was engaging to me
so at the end
i don't really want to be associated with that one for some reason
i love it here