After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

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

i love to walk around and see things and take photos and go online and look at websites and click on links and take screenshots i love to surf and i love to browse

Rain, starting

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'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike

in a post. I want to be remembered

it is hopeful

Better Lift

no longer writing in the third person

The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.