"Put a blanket."

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 23:49:08

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


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

Rain, starting

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

no longer writing in the third person

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

This is a website run by a narcissist who can't produce anything without the hope that it is seen and loved but can't act due to the fear of it being seen and hated. They immediately feel the need to ask Jack GPT to define whatever this feeling is in the hope that understanding it will mean control over it and control over it will mean that they can stop it.

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.

really i want the internet

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:27:13

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 21:22:59

like magnets

god being the centre magnet

we need to be deconstructing our identities

and the fake qualifier

that is unstable and lets me operate in that discovery mode that i can create within and also produce works from.

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

somewhere between instagram and chatgpt