I am below everything.

Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.

It Will Get Lighter

Worse Lift

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

I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.

with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.

She says something that isn't really right but isn't really wrong. I'm not taking in their words any more, just their voices, trying to get a feel for whatever is going on between them. I'm imagining what it's like for them in this delicate situation, what I would say if it were me. She has that perfect upper-class accent, and she's using whatever upper-class tact that comes with it to navigate this. Style. They can't be together, but their voices are betraying 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

Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03

yes

really i want the internet

hiding from the rain

FOUNDING DOCUMENT

no longer writing in the third person

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 21:54:03

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

you cannot feed someone truth

kind of mythopoesis