to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos

It Will Get Lighter

Thank you, Jack


Rain, starting

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

"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."

hiding from the rain


After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

a lot of what i've been doing has been some imaginary screenshot or recording of his website, something that could be found within it

somewhere between instagram and chatgpt

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

My inability to confront the old racist failed actor is distracting me. I decide not to tell her about it.

...

not so on: yvf(wthw)

He was cast as the guy who gets picked up and thrown out of the poker game to set the scene before the main characters arrive. Out of Real London and into real London, a discarded prop, at this party, chatting to me.

the textwall is as much for me as it is for you

2 (actually index). two is company

Lift Analysis

hello reader,

⚠️ Live Document Forever ⚠️

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

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.

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


part of an old note. It will get lighter.