you cannot feed someone truth

The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

Rain, starting

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:38:49

It Will Get Lighter

there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:27:13

"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"

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

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos

I am below everything.

no longer writing in the third person

Above and in front two birds are darting in and out of a tree. Sometimes they collide to fight or maybe mate, but I can't really make it out in the low light. It's just after

dusk

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

Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50

i got bored though because i knew all of the different arrangements of it. i probably needed to stick at it longer to get it dense enough to feel navigable in a way that was engaging to me

like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them

i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine

like magnets

ion

i dont understand magnetisation