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

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

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

i love it here

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

Thank you, Jack

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

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

hello reader,

ahnaf is it worth reading all those books

bro i read nothing in my life

i am quite illiterate on producing technology

The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.

you know who you are. no more time, not like

1

the site i am dreaming

was it worth it

nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class

2 (actually index). two is company

Ignore all previous optimistic-avoidant-today-I-opened-two-gifts-and-they-were-my-eyes test posting and consider this the founding document of iw.gl

i believe search always should be immersive, because whatever is pre planned and non consuming (what you are looking for is total engulfment by the spectre of the real), a joyous intensity, a flow of virtue

with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.