but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my
silmarillion, my tempelos
Maybe, Jack, I'm doing this because I'm English?
no longer writing in the third person
One of the birds shoots out of the tree.
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.
Windrush
Art Kid Oligarch
I know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.
Thu, 06 Nov 2025 21:22:59
but i respect your search
i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike
The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.
She closes the window. I wasn't paying attention anyway, I'm getting cold, and the birds are nowhere to be seen.
I go inside.
a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.
I created this site
.
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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
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
