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

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I am below everything.

Maybe, Jack, I'm doing this because I'm English?

the site i am dreaming

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

in a post. I want to be remembered

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

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

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

send link

I Write Goodbye Letter

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

kind of mythopoesis

send your tumblr

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

brb i will read and reply sincerely

abrar?

Picture

i did until you asked which kind of gave it away

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.

we want to live the knowledge too live the content

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

no longer writing in the third person

Like the tide, it comes in and it washes over the beach. It's beautiful. But like the tide it goes out, sometimes it goes out further than it ever has, it recedes back across the beach and further out beyond the horizon. The bare seabed opens up in front of you and all you can do is look at it.

but really the thing should be autonomous