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

the point of this was to try and avoid this narcissistic death spiral I'm in by acting anonymously and impulsively. how can that feeling that even Jack can't describe paralyse me if my name isn't next to any of this? the excitement of believing I just need a new process has overcome me and I have cummed out an empty webpage.

IWGD

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:38:49

Today I felt like starting

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

Worse Lift

i really havent

i believe search always should be immersive, because whatever is pre planned and non consuming (what you are looking for is total engulfment by the spectre of the real), a joyous intensity, a flow of virtue

ahnaf is it worth reading all those books

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

They're fucking around with the box. I ask her what people do with fireworks for so long before they're ready to light. She doesn't know.

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It Will Get Lighter

wait what is that

in a post. I want to be remembered

you have a beautiful account btw

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class

I'm in a crowded lift and a girl I've never met tells me she thinks she might love me.
The lift won't stop at any floor, and I can't talk in front of all these people.

and the fake qualifier