She closes the window. I wasn't paying attention anyway, I'm getting cold, and the birds are nowhere to be seen. I go inside.
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.
It's
dusk
in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox."No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"
it is hopeful
Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:27:13
something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever
"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."
brb i will read and reply sincerely
Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03
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
Above and in front two birds are darting in and out of a tree. Sometimes they collide to fight or maybe mate, but I can't really make it out in the low light. It's just after
dusk
, I have nothing to do, I'm watching them, trying to figure it out.i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything
bro i read nothing in my life
Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
"Put a blanket."
not their contents
magnetisation/form
somewhere between instagram and chatgpt
that is unstable and lets me operate in that discovery mode that i can create within and also produce works from.
so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged