Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03
"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."
but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos
the textwall is as much for me as it is for you
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 have a beautiful account btw
we can only engage in such a way
this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet
magnetisation/form
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
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
god "possessing" artists "possessing" people
no longer writing in the third person
its good
it is hopeful
idk
Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17