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.

somewhere between instagram and chatgpt

Rain, starting

to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

.

we want to live the knowledge too live the content

amazing hopefully this was all legible and frankly i might be going very off board but you seemed interesting

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

you cannot feed someone truth

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

i love it here

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

no i haven't really read anything

thank you

It Will Get Lighter

Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50

so an active mazelike process

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

wow, you are the first stranger to write a textwall to me

okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate

magnetises a pin

Actual born-Londoners aren't LARPing like this, they sold their shite family home for a million pounds and moved to Malaga years ago. They have their culture and they've taken it elsewhere.

part of an old note. It will get lighter.

barren land