Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03

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

It Will Get Lighter

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

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

no longer writing in the third person

its good

it is hopeful

idk

Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17

Imprint, memory, impact, representation, impression