isaac

It's

dusk

in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.
It bites my wrist but there is only a dull ache.
I feel that it wants to say sorry but can't. I die.

i haven't read 100 book s so i'm probably not getting the depth of all of what you're saying

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

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

but really the thing should be autonomous

Rain, starting

i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike

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i see a website

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

Better Lift

yes

Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17

I am below everything.

Wed, 11 Nov 2025 21:12:41

"Put a blanket."

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.

I wonder if she knew I was down there listening? I wonder if she would've said something more true, more personal, more raw, more heartfelt, more harsh, more seductive, more freeing, more exposing, more risky, more romantic, more rude, more honest, more anything, if there hadn't been an audience.

Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50

was it worth it

bro i read nothing in my life

something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever