We gather around the start of a causeway down to the Thames. It's a pretty cold night and there's a breeze coming off the river.
hiding from the rain
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
It's
dusk
in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.
brb i will read and reply sincerely
a version of this existed for a few months last year but it was static. it was HTML with writing and pictures and videos and sounds. i had this feeling that the code should be as important as the content, that structurally each piece in relation to each other piece shouldn't change, that the mazelike quality should emerge from me intricately arranging paths through it. like classic hypertext
all that is to say
whats your name?
After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting
but really the thing should be autonomous
like first name
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.
yes
god "possessing" artists "possessing" people
One of the birds shoots out of the tree.
was it worth it
so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged
i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything
that looks like my instagram account
i am quite illiterate on producing technology
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