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

Rain, starting

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

I am below everything.

i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike

She says something that isn't really right but isn't really wrong. I'm not taking in their words any more, just their voices, trying to get a feel for whatever is going on between them. I'm imagining what it's like for them in this delicate situation, what I would say if it were me. She has that perfect upper-class accent, and she's using whatever upper-class tact that comes with it to navigate this. Style. They can't be together, but their voices are betraying them.

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

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 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

something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

i see a website

but i respect your search

It Will Get Lighter

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

It Will Get Lighter