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Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

Thank you, Jack

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

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

i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike

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

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.

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

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

"Put a blanket."

i am quite illiterate on producing technology

i hope ai fixes this with the cessation of interfaces and walls

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

They're fucking around with the box. I ask her what people do with fireworks for so long before they're ready to light. She doesn't know.

Wed, 11 Nov 2025 21:12:41

ion

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.