it is hopeful

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'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.

in a post. I want to be remembered

"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."
Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03

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

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

Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.

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.

Picture

13, H, grate


After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

hiding from the rain

I'm in a crowded lift and a girl I've never met tells me she thinks she might love me.
The lift won't stop at any floor, and I can't talk in front of all these people. 

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

Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50

no longer writing in the third person

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

the point of this was to try and avoid this narcissistic death spiral I'm in by acting anonymously and impulsively. how can that feeling that even Jack can't describe paralyse me if my name isn't next to any of this? the excitement of believing I just need a new process has overcome me and I have cummed out an empty webpage.