somewhere between instagram and chatgpt
Sun, 02 Nov 2025 21:54:03
wow, you are the first stranger to write a textwall to me
Lift Analysis
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.
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
Today I felt like starting
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
as in
i see a website
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.
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Can I see
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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.
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.
Sun, 02 Nov 2025 23:49:08
i really havent
i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then