IWGD

kind of mythopoesis

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.

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

Better Lift

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.

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

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

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

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

I know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.

somewhere between instagram and chatgpt

in a post. I want to be remembered

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

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

way too random but already engaging. i want to explore it

its performative

Better Lift