it exists in my head in some way that i'm trying to get out i lied on my story a little bit because i'm mostly feeling it and thinking about it. feeling something deeply doesn't necessitate any kind of deep relevance or whatever but the thinking is useful

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

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

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.

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.

Maybe, Jack, I'm doing this because I'm English?

I know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.

Thank you for telling me that I'm failing to see how I'm reproducing the dynamics I'm trying to critique by only describing my Korean colleague / fresh meat and the black girl in relation to others and myself.

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

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

We stand there laughing. The fireworks go off behind him.

the site i am dreaming

Lift Analysis

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

way too random but already engaging. i want to explore it